Category Archives: Derailleur

Playa Della Rosita, Washington

Part Fourteen in the Derailleur Series My first morning home I was awakened very early by my mother. She was standing in the doorway of what used to be my room and was shouting my name. She and my dad picked … Continue reading

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Le Quartier de Mouscron

Part Thirteen in the Derailleur Series Perhaps some order is in order. The chronology of my mission went like this: Mons, Belgium – three months; Seraing, Belgium – a week; Brussels – three months; Nancy, France – three months; Tourcoing, … Continue reading

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cost/benefit

A sidebar to Derailleur. So, I’ve done the cost/benefit on that last post. On the last twelve for that matter. I do on everything I write on ImNoSaint. I’ve been asked by several readers why I posted number twelve, while … Continue reading

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Antidépresseurs et une Régime Riche en Fibres

Part Twelve in the Derailleur series. I think it was in 1998 when I first saw Pulp Fiction. No revelation, no emerging repressed memory. I just bled. That wasn’t the first time. In 1986 I saw a doctor for bloody stools. … Continue reading

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Chez l’Américain

Part Eleven in the Derailleur Series Just before I was discharged from the hospital in Charleroi I was given a referral from an orderly who was attending to me. He was Flemish, but his English was good enough to convey … Continue reading

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Noël à Charleroi

Part Ten in the Derailleur Series Right before I got my transfer to Tourcoing I prayed one night bedside in my apartment in Nancy. All was going so well for me; I was teaching, we were baptizing, the weather was … Continue reading

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Rue du Mons, Charleroi

Part Nine in the Derailleur Series My new companion was unaffected by my face. He was heading home in four weeks and nothing seemed to drown out that noise in his head. He was my second dying companion. One more … Continue reading

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Rue de Metz, Nancy

Part Eight in the Derailleur Series The lunacy of Jean’s incarceration was offset by the mystery of a letter received around the same time we found Jean in June, 1981. The letter was forwarded from the Paris Mission directly to … Continue reading

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Grand Place Stanislaus

Part Seven in the Derailleur series. Prostitutes weren’t the only driving force behind sending missionaries home early in Brussels. There was much other trouble to get into, not the least of which involved poaching. On district splits downtown we met … Continue reading

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Gare de Mons, Belgium

Part Six in the Derailleur series. I opted out of the standard passenger seating and found an empty cabin on a rail car, part of a train that would transfer me to my next ville. It was one of those classic … Continue reading

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