Peru February 2002
I still see visions of Peru in my mind and treasure it. The world is larger than the end of a gray Maine winter where all looks old and winter-worn. I miss the daily contact and stimulation of the active minds in this group family. What did I learn? All travel is an excellent thing. I had originally intended to entitle this “Who Made Me” as from the old Baltimore Catechism familiar to most Catholic children. That one answer still eludes me. My brother, Paul, who died last summer – this one is for you.
