I traveled to SD to bring him back "home" so to speak. It is amazing what was found there, all these little footprints of his life. There was his movie theatre, his old street, his old school, his church that led to his "calling," his dad's workplace, a random book where he is referenced. While at the church of his youth, there is a book that has profiles on former students of the affiliated school. He is in there, with a picture of him, and he is in his collar. It goes over his path through the seminary, and his first mass. That mass took place at St. Paul's Catholic Church in Portsmouth, VA. I was there earlier during Father's Day weekend, and ended up in touch with a woman who knew my dad. Here is a picture of yet another of his churches, St. Paul's.
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