When it was just City Park, before the Council sold the naming rights, and it became ABHOR Park, Randall Nathan had all his walking paths, through the woods and around the playground and past the sledding hill, named for his favorite theologians.
Yesterday he had just walked the Paul Tillich pathway and had come to the John Dominic Crossan, to move on to the Marcus Borg trail when... there was no trail. Because there were no trees. It was acres of stumps. There wasn't even any underbrush.
He surmised that the clearing had been done to combat the dreaded persimmon fungus, but he did not know how to proceed. Without the Borg, how would he ever get to the Polkinghorn?
He was bereft and pleased at the same time. At least he could write a better class of thought in his moleskin notebook. [1] He took it out and penned: Without trees, there are no paths.
[1] March 2, 2010.
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