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Faithful to the (Curtain) Call

With the Thanksgiving turkey, stuffing, and green bean casserole settling in our distended stomachs, we headed down to the unfinished basement of my Uncle Jack's ranch-style home in Jenison, Michigan for a holiday game of pool. Two months into my junior year in college, I was beginning to feel the pressure to do something to justify all the tuition paid on my behalf; that is, to find a vocation, so I could get a good job and make something of…
David J. Leugs
November 1, 2011