Sometimes.          .          .

n o    w o r d s

are the best sentiments that can ever be stated.       .       .

John Prine’s
SUMMER’S   END
found me

this past week

b      e      t      w      e      e      n

multiple bombs in the mail

Six Celebration of Life Services I conducted
(one was an overdose of a father of three)

and the brutal shooting and death of 11 at a Pittsburgh Synagogue

COME  ON  HOME,
COME  ON  HOME,
YOU  DON’T  HAVE  TO  BE  ALONE,
JUST  COME  ON  HOME

Psssssssssssssssssssssssst:

PEACE     JUST     DOESN’T     HAPPEN

I  T      B  E  C  O  M  E  S

and  I
(w e)

usher it

(OR  NOT)

COME  ON  HOME,
COME  ON  HOME,
YOU  DON’T  HAVE  TO  BE  ALONE,
JUST  COME  ON  HOME