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An Old Enemy
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Shining Moments
Visions Of The Holy In Ordinary Lives
Kendall W. Anderson
We met on a commercial flight between Minneapolis and Detroit sometime in the late 1950s. He was Asian. It was almost fifteen years after the war. I don't remember his name, but I still have his business card somewhere in my desk. I'm not sure why I sat beside him. In those days the airlines still allowed you to pick your own seat. I could have sat with any number of people, or I could have sat by myself. For some reason, I chose to sit beside him.
We met on a commercial flight between Minneapolis and Detroit sometime in the late 1950s. He was Asian. It was almost fifteen years after the war. I don't remember his name, but I still have his business card somewhere in my desk. I'm not sure why I sat beside him. In those days the airlines still allowed you to pick your own seat. I could have sat with any number of people, or I could have sat by myself. For some reason, I chose to sit beside him.
