Bart made it home and we slept well, but he was called at 6:20 a.m. to head to the home of a parishioner who died during the night. He is such a calming, non-anxious presence that I am more than willing to feel good about ministering to people in these situations.
Today we have a soccer practice, practice for the musical tomorrow for four kids and I'm going to take whoever would like to go with me up to Shakopee to watch Jimmy play tennis...
Speaking of Jimmy, here is a conversation he had with Bart last night.
Bart: I visited the grave of our 11th president, James Polk, while I was gone.
JImmy: Is he still alive?
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