Sunday marked the return of sunshine to New York City, just in time for the Super Bowl, when no one goes outside anyway. It was sort of like that all day; things were on the mend but not everyone was around to notice. The boiler was repaired just in time for the warmer weather. Frances and I could both feel it as well as smell something very like ( Read more... )

Saint Michael's stumbled like a punch drunk fighter into Holy Week; six hundred people trying to give up something, serve the needy and or begin something new and challenging, all within the same six week period; the effect was bound to be unpredictable. Half the Mandarins were recruited at the last minute to re-enact the Passion Play and we ( ( Read more... )

Well, I've done it, this time. Fifteen minutes into Coffee Hour and I'd committed the sin of gossip. Wait, is gossip a sin? I guess St. Paul says something about it. I'm not sure whether Moses did ( Read more... )

It's been a quiet week in Lake Woebegone (gotta admit, that's one of the best opening lines in all of broadcast history ( Read more... )