for a Sunday morning service. I had no idea
whether people there would notice me or not.
As the service unfolded, the artful music of the
band and songsters delighted me. The sermon
nourished my soul. People who knew me��and
others who didn't��welcomed me warmly.
They insisted I stay for a corps luncheon.
a stirring march while others sang along. A
breeze caught and held the yellow, red and
blue of the Army flag against a blindingly
bright September sky. Joy overwhelmed
me. I had found a home! I was in heaven.
ster and a corps pianist. People invited me to
their homes for meals, birthday parties and
celebrations of
in western Pennsylvania and living alone for the first time, the crowds
of people everywhere and the fast pace bewildered me. On the road,
killed. Maintenance workers in my apartment building ignored my pleas for help
with leaking pipes and faulty drains. Other than work colleagues, few people in
this new world knew me. But they knew a lot about Jersey attitude.