Faith, Love, Hope, and Time, Part II

I have a very close friend, Rip, who I’ve known by now for over 47 years. I met him one night in September 1973.  At the time we were both freshmen at St. Lawrence University. The exact circumstances of how we met are unimportant. 

What is important is that Rip and I instantaneously had an affinity for one another that had a certain tone, a harmonic vibr…