Excerpted from Pothole of the Gods
Who is calling the shots?
I was taking my mother to Ash Wednesday services when Father Gargantutus stuck his massive thumb the holy ash-pot and put the sign of the cross on my…
hold the shame and plea to be punched in the mouth...
Just before the Russians melted into eastern Ukraine in their charming way, I was at a dinner in Kharkov, a city about 19 miles from the Russian border…
Evolution and Happy Hour
Father's Day in Nicaragua
In which we raise a glass to St. Columba
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