Kansas & Wyoming, 1958-1960
In those old days of the (pre-Vatican Two) Catholic Church, they used to say of people like me that we had “lost our faith.”
In my case, it wasn’t quite true. That year, 1958, as I turned sixteen,I didn’t lose my faith. Instead, I discovered I just didn’t have any.
I was a junior at a Catholic boarding school, St. Joseph’s Military Academy, in western Kansas. How I got there (my family was then on an Air Force base in Puerto Rico), and what led me to realize my faithlessness are stories told in another place (for the curious, details are in the memoir, Meetings).
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