I found along the way. Well, I got down on my knees, and I began to pray. Ahh, words from the Mamas and Papas seared through my brain as a bicycle ride brought me to a little out of the way chapel which was quite unexpected. I parked my bike and walked tentatively to the doors. I grabbed the handle and tried the latch. It was unlocked. Slowly I opened the door while the hinges creaked with age and hunching over as if I feared something unknown I peered inside. Empty and devoid of any noise I slowly walked in and hastily took a seat in one of the pews. I sat for a while and just thought about this milieu. I closed my eyes and took in the damp and hollow scents of history. Here on a side street in Medora, ND was a Catholic church started some hundred and ten years ago by Medora, the wife of the Marquis de Mores, a Frenchman who began this little hamlet. May Teddy Roosevelt have sometime joined his friend here for services years ago? Perhaps. Just about then I had the urge to submerge myself into my external conditions.. I knelt on the padded kneeler and talked silently to myself. I’m not a religious man , not having been in a church for sometime. But I found that I prayed for all that I have in my life and giving thanks for just living my life the way I do. And I remembered my mom as I exited this house and looked to the heavens.