He stood at the commode in his little, egg-shaped RV at a state park in Northern Michigan and recalled walking half a block away from his grandparents’ home in a nice neighborhood on the far South-side of Chicago sixty years ago. He needed to pee and found a bush in that busy neighborhood and hoped no one would notice his eight-year-old back while he faced the bush with his arms arched downward curving toward his fly and his legs separated much like his pose behind the curtain in the camper.  Grams’ and Gramps’ are long gone as is the house in what is now a devastated neighborhood.  He recalled his favorite cousin falling on the front steps of the family church near his grandparents’ house and breaking her arm.  She now lives most of the year in Door County, Wisconsin and is a retired parish nurse.The church is still there; the congregation has changed completely but Jesus’ work of doing justice, proclaiming peace, healing the wounded and walking humbly with God in the old neighborhood continues.