Maxfield Parrish at 9 o'clock

While this post may sound like a World War II fighter pilot's declarative, it's actually a statement about the beauty of the evening.  After dinner at McGill's, I stepped outside and witnessed a beautiful post-sunset blueness on the western horizon. You expect icebergs, even though it's ninety.  If there had been a cornfield, Shoeless Joe Jackson would have stepped out of it. It makes you wonder if, on the evening of that first Pentecost, Peter and his friends encountered just such a sky, and then talked for a while about all the amazing things that happened that day.  

A special wish for my friends Jim and Diane, celebrating 24 years of marriage today!