Sign Over Alabama
"Night had gathered her sable robes over the highest cliffs, and my ship reached through a shoreless sea of silver cloudlets brushed with the glint of the moon and myriad jewels in the dome above. Earth was behind as though my soul itself had left it. Heaven must be like this, I said. . . ."
This supercharged description of an air ride over the Sierras led off an address before a section of the Eighth National Eucharistic Congress in New Orleans last week. The speaker: strapping, jovial Joseph Vincent Connolly, general...
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