It was probably in the mid 1990's, and it was certainly mid-winter. I'd been to Aruba for a short winter break, and arrived back at Boston's Logan Airport in the early hours of the morning. It had snowed; boy had it snowed. I had to clear my car as best I could, and ram it out of the off-airport parking lot. I was heading west in heavy snow on the Mass Pike (I-90). What would be my destination. My choice was to Pittsfield, MA. and my home about 120 miles away. OR to Bangor, PA for a retreat some 290 miles away. I let the car decide. When we got to Sturbridge MA where the choice was either west to home on I-90; or south west via I-84 towards Bangor, PA. I sounds weirdly odd; but my car decided to head to Bangor. It was a tough long drive. I was exhausted. But why Bangor, PA? I was on my way to a retreat for Christian Gay Men at the Kirkridge Retreat and Conference Centre - another step in "coming out to myself". I arrived mid morning, (the retreat had