My Father was born April 10, 1914. He died four years ago at age 98. God bless him!
If he were still alive today, he would have been 102. Neither strange nor impossible. His sister Mary lived to 102.
I miss you, Dad!
I who am retired from bocce taught a newbe yesterday. At high noon. In the heat of the mid day sun.
Ken is a Chart Room friend. Has a home on White Street. He mentioned Friday night he had purchased a bag of balls, but did not know how to play. I offered to show him.
Turned out I am better at teaching than playing. Or, Ken is a super athlete. Whatever, Ken had a good time. As did I.
Yesterday afternoon was spent researching this week’s KONK Life column. Finally decided on a topic. Concerns Shakespeare. His compiled works, sexuality, and famous phrases. Famous phrases from his works like “wild goose chase, fair play, it’s Greek to me, and love is blind.” A winner!
I will write the column this afternoon.
Last night was Tavern ‘n Town. To enjoy a good meal and listen to Bobby Nesbitt.
I am glad the season is over. There was no difficulty getting a seat at the bar.
Met Cindy and Clara. Two lovely ladies. Cindy was on the other side of the bar. She came over alone at first to chat. She recognized me from a pic.
Love her! She has been reading the blog daily for years. Recommends it to her friends.
Cindy is a retired school teacher from Toms River, New Jersey. We are neighbors. She lives on Big Coppit. Spends eight months a year here.
Lovely and charming. Seemed to know everyone. I watched her after our little talk. She was chatting with friends at a table.
Clara joined us. Lovely, also. She and Cindy have been friends since school days. Clara visits Cindy every year here in the Keys. It was Clara’s birthday.
Bobby Nesbitt was at his best! He especially got to me with his rendition of My Way…..I took the blows, I did it my way.
Several middle aged couples came into the bar. It dawned on me that those in the 40-50 area always seem to be happy. Their faces glow. It is the right time for them. Things are good and they are able to enjoy the fruits of their labor.
A lot look like honeymooners. Perhaps that is the reason for the glow.
The Seven Mile Bridge Run is behind us. 1,500 participated yesterday.
This morning at 10 is the famous Cow Key Bridge Run. All of 300 feet. People costumed. Many as cows. The race is over as soon as it begins. Party time follows. No one too tired to party.
Pati, Pati, Pati. Pati Le Hat is a love of my life. Her faithful companion Blackie has been diagnosed with cancer. She is doing every thing to save him. The bills are mounting. A fundraiser is scheduled for 3-7 next Sunday at Grunts on Caroline. Food, etc. donated. Musician time, also. Mark your calendars.
Pope Frances is getting kicked around. By his own bishops. The bishops think Frances is too liberal, is violating Church doctrine, etc. The bishops are comparable to the far right in the U.S. Congress.
The latest skirmish involves letting divorced remarried Catholics receive Communion. The bishops say no. Remarried Catholics are living in adultery. Ergo, cannot partake of the sacraments. Frances says we are all God’s children, lets cut to the chase.
Enjoy your Sunday!
The latest skirmish involves letting divorced remarried Catholics receive Communion. The b
I was raised a good Catholic boy and kicked out in 1971 for such abdominal behavior. Then it wasn’t only for communion. How dare anyone get divorced. Have only stepped foot in one since when absolutely necessary and then wait for the building to start to shake or the lights to start flickering.
We all have our own reasons for not attending church. I had not been in more than 10 years. Acted as godfather at a baptism. Knew I had to be in good stead. Confession the day before. Mass, communion and baptism the next day. When we returned from Church, the news advised Pope John Paul I had died. My immediate reaction: I went to Church and the Pope died!
I went to Church and the Pope died!
That was just more than his system could bear ! [ smiley face]