BTW — your list is not complete. Add to the bottom captain of the altar boys, the person who cleans the latrines at the Knights of Columbus, and dead last—women.
Monseigneur Mahler and I had a little run-in one Sunday after mass. (But you may have explained his crankiness — I was keeping him from the doughnuts.) The beautiful thing about this was that John’s mother took such offense that she drove from Silver Spring to McLean to chew him out. Hell hath no fury like that woman. I loved her for that—what a woman!
Love the whole post--but kudos to your dad for his pope joke!
BTW — your list is not complete. Add to the bottom captain of the altar boys, the person who cleans the latrines at the Knights of Columbus, and dead last—women.
Monseigneur Mahler and I had a little run-in one Sunday after mass. (But you may have explained his crankiness — I was keeping him from the doughnuts.) The beautiful thing about this was that John’s mother took such offense that she drove from Silver Spring to McLean to chew him out. Hell hath no fury like that woman. I loved her for that—what a woman!
If I've already subscribed, may I still become a monsignor?