Uncle Honore and I fought over what to wear to Church this morning. He wanted a full-throated, jacket, tie and hat ensemble. But, it was a cloudy day and a straw hat seemed unnecessary. And, the jacket was nothing without the hat, I felt. So, we compromised: I wore the bow-tie with a plain white shirt and braces to hold up my pants. I looked like ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I don't know what I would do without Colette and her Instagram account. There I was, dithering over a snapshot of my aquarium and all of a sudden, there's Crosby in a bathing suit. How fitting! in the jargon of fish enthusiasts, he'd be considered, prime "livestock ( Read more... )

The secret word was eschatology, or the study of "last things", and for Christians, a critical part of the concept of salvation. It reminded me of the tatoo just below Crosby's right tit. It's an inscription of Jesus' last words, "My Lord, why have you forsaken me?" in the original Aramaic, right where the Gladiator's Centurion's sword would have ( Read more... )

I have said this before. That Christians lead with their bodies. As Christ did. He could have just called a meeting of his Disciples and said, "Okay, you're all forgiven. God the Father says so." But, that would not have resounded through the ages. And, what do we remember most about the early Christians? That they went willingly into lion's dens ( Read more... )

Frank Lee has been quietly reaching out to me for the better part of two years, now, pretty much since Crosby moved to California. Things picked up speed earlier this year when he moved out of his parents' house and to a house of his own not far from me. We've sat next to each other during Mass. He sought me out, soon after publication of my ( Read more... )

In preparing for my Men's Breakfast presentation on Friday, I re-read the short story I wrote back in 2015 about different people's ideas of Heaven on Earth (that's the one that started off as a young adult novel then very swiftly shrank to the size of a New Yorker article) and realized that in it, I used the phrase, "I am the Alpha and the Omega" ( Read more... )

Saw it again. Walking down Myrtle Avenue, just before heading into Metrotech, not far from the bank. Walking with an African-American friend. Shirtless. It was enough to make me change my route to the post office ( Read more... )

Made contact with subject. The St. Michael's gravitational pull still in working order. Subject just completing valedictory trip down Hudson River. This weekend could get very weepy.

So, Crosby has been tagged in a FB photo once again and this time it was by his own brother. I'm not sure who's idea it was, but, by the look on his face, it may not have been Crosby's. There are two of them, presumably a Before and After shot taken at a hot springs bath house in Budapest, Hungary probably discovered by the Romans a thousand years ( Read more... )

I joined Huggy and Crosby for clean-up and the level of concentration remained epic. Some of the bigger items, like the soup kettles used simmer the sauce and cook the pasta were soaking and I dispatched them pretty quickly. The main items, like the stainless steel warmers and trays would remain in use for a while. Meanwhile, Crosby's i-pod was ( Read more... )