Wednesday, November 01, 2017
Coming Up with a Great Line, Two Hours Too Late
I was talking to a new friend the other day. She was born and raised Catholic (I just RCIAed) and our conversation touched briefly on the new Pope and she, for a bit, couldn't remember his name. Nor could I. Much too much later I remembered and wish I had said then: "The Pope's name is Francis the Red"
Oh, well. Life is short, and then you die and go to Hell.