My recent trip back to
Mohall, ND, brought an interesting revelation. A few months ago I was thinking about one of the youth I worked with when I was there from '68 to '75. The name, Joel
Sandeen, came to mind but I couldn't think of his younger brother. I could visualize him and remember a number of things about him but couldn't come up with his name. He was on my mind for several days and then I've thought about him
occasionally since. What does it mean that he came to mind just about the time he died? I hadn't thought of him for years. Oh? His name? Paul, Paul
Sandeen.
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