With his life in the Jesuit order fully described the man asked me to wait for a minute. He said that he would be return immediately.
I watched him as he stood up and walked down the small stream for a distance of a hundred feet or so. When he reached the place where a tiny spring fed into the stream he turned and walked along a short path. He lifted the large flat stone that covered the spring and removed something.
Returning in a minute, just as promised, he held two cold bottles of beer. He offered me one and I accepted it with gratitude.
I took a few sips from the green long-neck bottle and waited for the sad man to continue. He did not disappoint me. This time he appeared much more exuberant about his search for the lost thought.
“I was running out of options…
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