I was introduced to The Table in May of 1991. Our family had just moved to Nova Scotia, and at the end of a “welcome-to-town” shower, a young man approached us, wondering whether we’d like to take care of his large antique table.
Conversations With Monuments
I was on my way to church. It was a cold, blustery day, so I was driving. He was standing against the wind, his hand up to shield his eyes, clipboard…