With me you might say it started the day May 13. Seems Our Lady had her finger on me.
Not to make a long story longer. After I got out of the Army, 1957, my folks had moved to L. A. So I went to L. A. to start my life again.
One day a Bible salesman came to the house and sold me a Papal edition Bible. At the time I was a party guy but thought that everyone should own a good Bible. Unfortunately in casually looking it over, the old and the new I felt it was contradictory.
I was working for a aircraft component company but when the Russians launched, there was a lay off. Since I had worked for bakery’s before I went back to them for work, but had to give up my Sundays. Some time later I had a boyhood friend visit with his girl friend who later became his wife. Continue reading