Callings are a very strange thing, and I sometimes find myself in a pickle trying to explain phenomena like these rationally. There are certain things you have to do, but you can’t really explain it. You just know this is something you need to be doing right now. Sometimes it’s things you always wanted to do, but never had the courage; sometimes it’s things you don’t want to do at all. Peculiar things, those callings. Seventy-three men sailed in, from the San Francisco Bay, Rolled off...
