The only time zone big enough for Season’s Bounty in Chesapeake Country
Don’t you love it when you finally find a use for some of the stuff you learned in school?
We liberal arts majors at St. Louis University, a Jesuit school, had to minor in philosophy, and most of those 18 hours of theoretic thinking buzzed right by me. Yet here I am, reveling in my recent illumination of a new way to understand time, that favorite subject of philosophers. For I’ve realized that I am a denizen of The Eternal Now.