Ecclesiastical and political pragmatism, with a beat
Thanks for the link, very kind of you! Isn't that photo of me in 1975 a hoot? There I am, with a placid look, acting as if it is perfectly normal for a young woman to take off her shoes and wade into the Potomac to pose for a picture. (I forget if it was my sister or my Mom or Dad who snapped that one). I wasn't usually so dramatic, hahahaha. We often walked over to Roosevelt Island, which is where I'm pictured, as Mom and Dad had an apartment in that neighborhood.I finally had time to post a comment under your fantastic defense of Tim Naftali in "Hissing and Moaning." I also sent you an email to explain an oblique comment within that comment.Thanks again!
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