Got my alarm set for Sunday morning, so that I can take advantage of the “drive-thru distribution” of blessed palms up at the parish.
And thus begins the oddest Holy Week I have ever experienced.
Got my alarm set for Sunday morning, so that I can take advantage of the “drive-thru distribution” of blessed palms up at the parish.
And thus begins the oddest Holy Week I have ever experienced.
Surely among the least of the deprivations caused by Covid-19, I note that today was SUPPOSED to be ‘Opening Day’ for our golf league.
Day 8 of “shelter-in-place”: in which I disassemble a corded hedge trimmer, for parts.
Care to “shelter-in-place”? The answer, of course, is “yes.”
I had occasion to spend a little time at the Pool of Siloam the other day.
While taking care to maintain our ‘social distance’…and to wash our hands regularly…a few of the “6:30 Mass regulars” have chosen to keep our post-Mass kaffeeklatsch going — even without Mass — in recent days.
A week ago, I had a really good feeling about my favorite college basketball team – the SLU Billikens.
A year ago today, I was preparing to bid farewell to Jerusalem and the Holy Land.
I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting when my friend Joe and I rose before dawn today…in order to catch a bite of breakfast with Fr. Augustine Wetta OSB.
I landed a gig as sous-chef for the first of our parish Fish Frys the other day.
“Sous-chef”: I guess that’s what you’d call it. Our master bean-maker wisely did not trust this rookie with wielding the industrial can opener. But he did permit me to drain the humongous cans of green beans, once opened.