It's a Helluva Town!

Greg of the Discernment Dilemma (and his worthy pere) visited the Big Apple last weekend. They seem to have had a good time; among other things, they attended Mass in my old parish, St. Vincent Ferrer.


If I may play the Irishman for a moment (that is, tell a largely apocryphal story completely unbidden): Greg's story of the rude man in the synagogue reminds me of a story told of my Quaker maternal great-grandmother.

She was in a conversation with a high-society gent, a mainline Protestant of some kind, when the subject of her membership in the Society of Friends came up. "A Quaker?" he said. "Why, that's almost Christian."

"Oh yes," she replied, "It's all most Christian."