How strange. The neighbor to the hermitage reported to me a compliment I received from a common friend, who said that I would go half way across the country so as to give someone the last rights. Reported by him, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. As it turns out, like clockwork, that’s exactly what happened. Sassy the Subaru did up about 2,500 miles in 2 and 1/2 days. I blame my Guardian Angel for removing otherwise impossible barriers so that I could get the job done. Thanks, Guardian Angel!
The above picture was Sunday evening. The picture below was further North the next day:
Then, later that day, a picture of where I would do up absolutely crazy extreme sports:
Then, after driving all day and night once again, half way back to the parish in WNC:
Not the usual picture of the same site as the top picture, going 55 mph on the spaghetti highway system. If you can’t get it, the call letters of the local radio station is advertised at the top of a high rise office building. Another hint, if you have good eyes, the spire you see is the Catholic Basilica of Saint Louis, King of France.
- Start: Sunday afternoon.
- Return: Tuesday evening.
Yes, I do know the person involved, though I haven’t seen that person for many decades. It’s just that my present circumstances in life can get me places where the usual priest cannot possibly go in these times. And yes, I do have CDC provided Coronavirus precautionary devices. It is what it is. I love being a priest.