Frank L. Palmeri

Hamilton Union Presbyterian Church in Guilderland has blue hymnals in all the pews. If you open one of these and turn to Number 372 you’ll find one entitled “Lord, I want to be a Christian.”

If you’re like me, you can’t help but be worried about the state of the world these days. Everywhere you turn, it seems there’s animosity, upheaval, and some kind of trouble.

The other day while I was out running, I saw the front lawn of a neighbor’s house all dug up to replace the main plumbing pipe to the street. There was a backhoe sitting on the lawn.

You would think that 12 years of Catholic school would have grounded me with Bible knowledge, but you’d be wrong.

You would think that 12 years of Catholic school would have grounded me with Bible knowledge, but you’d be wrong.

I saw in the paper the other day that a guy died while working on his car when it slipped off the jack stands and killed him.

I work with a guy whose name is, for the sake of this story, Art. Many years ago, Art and I had a lot of common work-related projects, so we’d be in meetings together quite often.

You often see sentinels on the side of the road, sad reminders of a tearful tragedy, on a busy street corner in the city, or out in the middle of nowhere.

Living in the Capital District is heaven if you’re a motorcyclist (except for when they salt the roads).

If you’ve been reading my column for a while, you know that I’m a voracious reader. I generally have two books going at all times, usually from the library.

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