Tuesday, November 15, 2005

The End of the Line

Originally uploaded by jeremysullivan.

Andrea, Elissa and I left San Diego Friday morning on bicycles, making our way south to the border town of San Ysidro. Fr. Michael, Helene and her daughter Alissa, met us there via the trolley. We chose to celebrate the moment in a rough looking corner in the parking lot of the Greyhound Bus station...it reminded us of Camden. I popped open a bottle of champagne 'championship style' and we passed it around, everyone toasting and drinking straight from the bottle. This picture shows 'the poet himself' gracing us with his words. When he was done he took out his pen and very meticulously captured the moment on the newly boarded up wall behind him...holy graffiti. He made sure to document the final number of miles...7100. We talked a lot about that number throughout the day, trying to grasp how far it really was. We ended up calculating the number of times my wheel turned...each one a prayer for Camden. Over 7 million for those who are curious.


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