The alarm blared 7 am. Jerry rolled off his bed into a squat position and sprang up to standing, stretching his long limbs. The sun beckoned through the window.  He…

Marie Lacy, Jerry’s mother, was born in Lynchburg, Virginia, August 21, 1930. She was the youngest of five, three brothers and an oldest sister. Her mom, quiet as a Buddha,…

Chapter 7  Hurrying to freshman orientation in a steady rain, Jerry stopped; it was not for the giant fallen tree which lay in the quad, but a baby sparrow. He…

Chapter 6 Jerry’s office was down the hall from his father’s, small, sterile, with one small window. He pulled up the blinds. Whitecaps danced atop the Hudson River. In the…

Chapter 5 “Dad, I’m thinking about applying to seminary.” His dad lowered his New York Times at the breakfast table. “I have one word for you: Deodorex.” Marvin Cradleman, president…

Chapter 4 A recent college grad, Jerry slouched in his chair at the dining room table beside his dad. With degree in hand - He did get into Oberlin, courtesy…

Chapter 3  Jerry visited Adam at Bard College. He had graduated in his junior year. Saturday night, they trolled the local bar. Beers in hand - a new experience for…

All three stared straight ahead. The headlights lit up the home now bathed in Christmas lights. Jerry’s dad was especially proud of his welcome mat. Step on it and Joy…

Chapter 2 “Who is your Lord and Savior?” droned Jerry’s minister. “Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior,” Jerry croaked with his newly descending voice, along with the other adolescent…

In tenth grade, Adam tried smoking. He sat on the cement curb beside the town basketball court, hunched over a pack of matches, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.…