At Bridge and Pratt, this sultry afternoon, I asked my Taxi driver to bring me to Bridge and Pratt. Obviously, I meant something different. I happened to be looking at the "Bridge and Pratt Cafe" sign upon entering the cab, so it was on my mind.
In any case, the driver laughed and told me, "Officially, that is not a place."
I let it go.
While riding to my actual destination, "Cottman and Frankford," I thought of when Ruby asked me why God doesn't have a last name. I said, because he is a Trinity, spoken of in three names, or the beginning and the end, everything as one.
She responded that was fine.
At mass, she always has many questions. I asked her to wait and pay attention to what is happening. She inquired, "How can I pay attention when nothing is going on?"
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