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Sunday, October 18, 2009
Away
I'm to attend the annual convention of fire department chaplains in California this week, then return just in time for diocesan convention on Friday and Saturday. Before anyone gets any ideas, the convention is nowhere near a surf beach. In fact, it's in the California desert where, two days ago, it was sunny and 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I understand it will cool down to 97 this week.
No updates for The New Coracle, unless I get near an open computer, but there may be some Twitter haiku from time to time [located in the right hand column of this page].