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AFTER GETTING MY BAG out of my car and taking it to the Rectory guest room, I take a walk. It’s a beautiful day and I need the time to think about Father Leonard’s situation.
I walk along Main Street, enjoying the July warmth. The street is still decorated with the red, white, and blue streamers and American flags the city put up for the annual Fourth of July parade and fireworks extravaganza. Though warm, it’s not too humid, one benefit of being in the mountains. Downtown Baltimore would be unbearable, the concrete and asphalt acting to absorb every bit of the heat and magnifying it. Just thinking about it makes me perspire.
Myer College is on summer break, so there are only a few students on the college side of the street. There are quite a few people out, though, a combination
