Several weeks ago I learned some disturbing news. Back where I grew up in
Northeastern Pennsylvania, the
decision was made to tear down the building which served as the parish church
and parochial school I attended all throughout my early childhood. Hearing
about this and seeing the pictures seemed to suddenly thrust all the precious
memories I have of my grade school experience, the Polish Nuns and serving as
an altar boy into a dark and stomach-wrenching void.
The last time I felt something similar was when I watched Veterans Stadium in
Philadelphia be imploded in
order to accommodate the new baseball field, Citizens’ .
All those memories of going to ballgames at “the Vet” as a kid with my Dad and
brother were turned into ashes in a matter of a few seconds. Or were they? Bank Park
I know I’m not alone in experiencing the kinds of feelings these situations evoke. Such occurrences are common to all of us. They are part of the fabric that is time, and as time marches on, change inevitably keeps up the pace—sometimes in sync; sometimes a whole lot slower. It’s all part of life’s journey and experienced by all of us everywhere without exception.