The payoff for this one is at the end.
Today I will talk about my personal battle with the forces of socialism. Buckle up! Continue reading ““Cut me, Mick.””
I often say that phrase, when thinking about plane crashes or drug side effects or car accidents. It is a very selfish phrase because it assumes only about me – I’m already dying, what could be worse?
Well, I found out. Continue reading “What’s the worst that can happen?”
Yesterday we went to the Franciscan Monastery in DC for the annual Lourdes pilgrimage reunion. It was so awesome to fellow malades from the trip and the local Knights and Dames of Malta that could make it! Continue reading “Lourdes Reunion”
Today’s a long one. Get some tea, or scotch, or Chartreuse, and settle in! Continue reading “Day 6: A farewell, and the Holy Spirit”
So, it’s come to this. I finally need to share my brush with fame, real fame, none of this fake fame stuff. But it’s going to take a little bit of backstory, so humor me while we all sit down with our respective drinks and I spin my tale. Continue reading “…in the luxurious corner booth in the French Catholic café!”
After dinner, we have free time. Usually this is the time you can take to walk around or go have a drink or the knights and dames get time off from their malades and can enjoy themselves. I think it’s an unwritten rule, actually. I could have asked them to take me places in the voiture, but I didn’t feel like that was right. Continue reading “Day 4, Part 3: The Grotto”