Salutations, my illustrious clan.
I believe there are a few places on Earth where Heaven is the ideal, and their residents actively try to create it. Zug is one of those places, where culture and civility is ostensible in everything they build...
I am staying with the Landtwings right now, and just returned from a tiny park just down the street from their house, where Luke would, as Karl says, "write letters to his family, drink a beer, and make his dreams."
Unfortunately I have not seen a single mountain in europe, as they are socked in by fog -- just another reason to visit again. But when I visited Luke's thinking spot, the sun broke through the clouds for the first time, and I got that feeling that we all have felt before -- his supernatural presence. I know Luke's spirit resides at that point, on a regular basis.
I miss you all, and look forward to telling you all about my adventures here.
Cheers Luke! Cheers Uncle Bill! May we keep them in our minds and hearts forever...
2 comments:
Bart-- That is just beautiful.
Awesome post man. I drank a beer at that very spot with Luke. Really glad to hear you're there. I'll be in Assisi in 5 days so holler if you end up in Italy.
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