For what it is worth..
The part of this story that brings a deep ache is not knowing if my baptism was a sham or not. I cannot locate records and only have a photo of a man identified as Fr. Patrick Peyton, somewhere in southern California in Dec of 67 or Jan of 68. My Godparents I have no recall of, Mc-wave to the Navy-Gills standing proud. I have that , photos of dad with men who very much look like Jay Sebring, Gary Powers, and William Hamling. I have a photo of a woman looking like a young Yvonne Craig standing by a young Hamling and two children with them. I have tangibles. I've researched the history - the puzzle pieces are fitting but the one thing aching my heart more than anything in this bizarre story of Foxes and Hounds is I don't know if my baptism was a ploy for whatever script they were all playing out. I grew up strict Catholic. I ran to the stained glass windows of St. Nicholas Church in Evanston when I needed a blanket of warmth and love. I ached when a priest refused my fa...
