Because it was also the day chosen to celebrate physical fitness. Nice Sunday scrolls in the mass procession, the ‘walk’ race with all the kids and health center, and finally delivering materials to a nearby annex for more cookstoves.
Twice a year I drive out to Albany for lunch. It’s not an efficient trip. I drive three hours each way along the Mass Pike to spend two, maybe three, hours with my ninety-two year old aunt. 676 more words