Folks: A couple notes.
You can always tell when you are back in Roma. The first thing that happened tonight is that a cabbie tried to rip me off. Boy, did he make a mistake. I explained the situation and he became very happy to take me where I needed to go at the proper rate. It is amazing how addressing them by their operator number, from the plate on the inside of the door in on the driver’s side in the back, focuses their attention and alters their attitude.
I said that I would say a Mass for some of you who have been benefactors for the WDTPRS project. Tomorrow I promised someone else an intention. I will remember you who contributed on probably Wednesday morning, I think, probably in San Pietro.
I may be internet connection challenged during my time in Rome. I am once again in the clutches of the benighted. Their blockheaded sense of what technology is here and that the 20th century is over, never ceases to amaze me.
If you are a friend, and must reach me… use my wdtprs.com e-mail for now and, if you call my 204 number, it will forward to one of my cellphones here. I have so many phones and numbers I am starting to feel like a drug dealer.
So… I warmly recommend a measure of self-editing in the comboxes. The mood I am in right suggests to me that if you post anything disrespectful about legitimate authority or another person participating here, when I get online and find your comments, I’ll probably just block your access. It might not happen immediately, but it will happen. I simply don’t need the headache and the extra work.
In any event, I am in Roma until Saturday morning, then back to London.
Londoners, et al… remember we are trying to get that blognic hammered out.
While here I will participate in a conference on Summorum Pontificum and see lots of friends.
Eating just may be involved.