Thursday, November 27, 2008

Stopped home to let the dogs out and spend an hour in my own bed. It's hard to find an alcoholic Catholic priest around Thanksgiving. Father Pat the hospice chaplain seemed open to the thought of kidnapping a Catholic priest from a nearby church. Laugh when you can. That's the son she knew.
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5 comments:

bloodline said...

wtf!.... oh,you mean an alcoholic priest that admits he's an alcoholic...

November 27, 2008 at 9:56 AM
Jim Thill said...

I don't know many priests, but I know plenty of pious alcoholics.

Best Thanksgiving wishes to you Ray. I'm thinking of you and your Mrs and your Ma today.

November 27, 2008 at 10:28 AM
Hippie74 said...

You and your Ma have been on my mind this week. I'm thankful for friends like you who can keep some sense of humor in tough times---pretty obvious where that came from. Olive and I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving.

November 27, 2008 at 3:52 PM
The Donut Guy said...

You're a good son.

November 28, 2008 at 1:43 AM
Anonymous said...

Booze or not, in my experience hospice workers are amazing people. Peace.

November 28, 2008 at 9:23 AM

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