I’ve just been writing about spending some time at Woodbrooke, a Quaker center in England where I went in the summer of 1966. I was a young hippie living in France when word reached me that my father had died and it was too late to go back to the US for the funeral. After grieving a while I decided to go to Woodbrooke, as I was getting more interested in Quakerism. My favorite story from my time there was of an older woman who had been imprisoned by the Germans during World War II. She noticed that she always felt better on Tuesdays. Well, after the war she found out that a group had been praying for her on Tuesdays!