While the family went to Church, I'd take long rides and park where it was desolate. The peace of mind inspired me to write poetry which was finalized at night when everyone slept. On this free day, I would not shave. That and my not attending Mass disturbed Mollie who brought it to the attention of mom and dad who in turn wondered what was happening. One Sunday, I found myself on the cliffs near Santa Cruz. Down below were fishermen, sun bathers and joggers. Most of them were alone. All seemed content. Was it possible that a person could be happy being alone? The answer was self-evident. I was alone on these Sundays and it felt good. But there was a tinge of guilt for not being with the family. The day ended with visiting mom and dad.