November 25, 2014 | Fiction
I’m in Tom's apartment staring at the big deer head he has hanging on the wall of his living room. Tom has a... more
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This isn’t an apology. I’m not a celebrity.
I stayed in the monastery for a month to read the entire Bible in the Luther translation in German. My reward was that every evening, I would get a pint of ale that the monks made right there, and it came from large rotting oak barrels, which enhanced the flavor. After Gregorian chants, prayers, and then a couple of halb-liter, the monks were pretty close to God.