What we think is the right road
I am Catholic about an hour every week. The other 167 hours, I raise a family, have a job, and try to squeeze in a little relaxation. I admit I am not a saint. But I’m a decent husband, father, employee and golfer. Isn’t that enough?
It’s a chilly morning as I write this; a good excuse to wrap myself in sweaters and tweeds. Looking out my window I see more leaves on the ground than in the trees.