On my way back from my retreat in Michigan, I spent the night at the seminary in Detroit visiting Fr. Clint McDonell, whom many of you will remember as a student priest-in-residence here from 2013-2015. Then heading homeward, I hung a left at Toledo and drove along the Lake Erie coast, so I could visit our family cottage. I missed my own family’s time there in June, but now my mom’s sister, my Aunt Ann, was there with my cousin and his wife. I visited for a few hours before hitting the road again, and walked down to the dock with my aunt. We talked about this and that, neighbors and personalities we remember from way back. Not only had I been going there my whole life; she had been going there her whole life. And the cottage had been in the family for almost two decades when she was born!