Off I go again. Conference. And I don’t have to speak. Which I can just take it in, as Killick would put it.
Paco de Lucia is being played. Nice not to have shapeless Muzak.
Happily, I have a layover which will neither force me to rush nor get bored. I’ve started to avoid really short layovers. Given the on-time/late records of airlines, it’s not worth the minutes saved on the while trip to have the worry of making a connection.
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Briefly… too briefly… in my horribly suffering native place.
Finally some breakfast, if that word could apply to this thing. Best option at the moment.
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Phase 2. We have been delayed at couple times, but I think we won’t be in too late.
It’s a long flight, but not like the trans-pond slogs.
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In flight Internet isn’t great but it isn’t nothing.
A glimpse at my old stomping ground, catching the edge of where I grew up.
People, there is little glamorous or comfy about travel. Here is a good example and a reason why I carry antiseptic wipes and packs of Wet Ones when I fly.
Barbarian neighbors are a constant annoyance. Rude. Don’t be this jerk when you travel.
And the rude jerk behind me keeps putting her foot on the back of my arm rest. Creepy.
Hey! MORONS! You are NOT in your own living room!
As I end my rant I turn my attention
to interesting geography.
And now I now just where we are.
Confirmed by map.
And the mountains are getting closer.
And I just finished reading Disinformation. What a nightmarishly illuminating book. It answers lots of questions I had about the Left, including the catholic Left, how they work, what they want.
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We lost Internet for a while… grrr.
And we are now I a holding pattern over the mountains.
“But Father! But Father!”, you are surely saying. “What’s the delay?”
Obama has given me another reason to dislike him. We are waiting for him to leave so that we can land. I am consoled that I won’t be in the same city as he, nor breathe the same air. Alas, your planet’s yellow Sun will be the same.
All this turning and banking gives us some nice views.
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I am at an advance screening of the new Jim Caviezel film, to be released on 22 August (anniversary of the Battle of Bosworth Field). When The Game Stands Tall.
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Have a safe trip , Father.
First picture rewrite:
Confessions
Sinless Center
Gates 1-5
Safe travels!
Quo vadis?
May extra angels go along with you, Fr. Z, especially as you wend your way leftward. [And then, happily, rightward again.]
Looks like someone landed some first-class tickets. :) [There are some few perks for flying often.]
Safe trip, Father. Just wondering, do you make it a habit to go to confession before such trip? I know I probably should. Especially in light of things that happened recently.
A subitanea et improvisa morte, libera nos, Domine. [Amen. I often do, though it is not always the easiest thing for priests to get to confession. I was shriven recently, however. EVERYONE should go regularly.]
Be safe and content Fr. Z., and may God be with you.
Godspeed, Father!
I have to agree that’s not the best looking bagel I’ve ever seen. I’m assuming that was a bagel because of the little container of cream cheese? At least the OJ was in a glass and not is some kind of sippy container!
LarryW2LJ: It was a bread-thing. I just call it something else than a bagel, which I deign to eat only in NYC. The Delta Sky Club is pretty awful when it comes to snacks, food, etc., but it’s better than sitting at a gate or the seriously overpriced airport restos.
At least when you’re flying Delta, you can have a good hearty laugh when it comes time for the safety video! Have a safe trip!
I expect you will be sipping some fine California wines this week Fr. Z.
Safe travels, Father. I like your reading material!
I hope to!
That foot photo and your uncouth seatmates reminded me of the movie “Planes, Trains and Automobiles”. John Candy, sitting next to Steve Martin on the plane, took his shoes off. “My dogs are barking today!” A classic!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rd5dYQHoZS0
Napa Institute, right?
I hate flying. I hate long trips. The new generation which does not and has not learned appropriate manners for travel make is a nightmare. Feet in back, lack of dress, loud talk or eating and talking are too much.
I pray for your trips back and forth. May God bless your missionary work.
Pray for me, as I just finished a journey last week (very pleasant-full of adults) from Iowa to Upper State New York. Will have to go again in three months, however.
No offense Supertradmum, but the way one gets jammed into airplanes these days I prefer to wear the most comfortable clothes possible. On the other stuff we are agreed however.
Air travel these days borders on the inhumane, which is why my travels are conducted on land in my own vehicle. That also allows me to stop if I see an interesting steeple. It also allowed me to attend Mass at a beautiful old church in Delphos, Ohio earlier this month on my way back from Colorado. In my vehicle, we have a dress and behavior code that is strictly enforced.
I’m dying to know if you are traveling in Roman collar. Would anyone be so uncouth as to do that in the presence of a priest? Tragically, the answer is probably yes. Oh…my…word. I have to laugh at the foot though. You are living out Pope Francis’ words regarding the smell of the sheep.
That may be uncouth too. sorry.
I’d love to get on a plane and see a Priest. I hate to fly.. that would be comforting.
I went to De La Salle High School! I was a senior when they lost the Streak. Let us know how the movie is.
I, too, would like to know if you wear your clericals while traveling. Curiosity killed the cat, but…
Heck, I would be catatonic with joy to espy our gracious host on the same flight…the devil himself would flee in fear of his towering presence.
Had the privilege of hearing Fr as homilist in 2008 at the Camden Cathedral in NJ. You have not heard a homily, friends, until you too have that privilege. Closest I can compare to is Sheen, or Wrenn.
Nice to have you here on the Left Coast Father.
This is the land of more TLMs than one might think!
Welcome, Father!
California wasn’t always this way. It was, after all, founded by Catholic priests, many who sacrificed their lives to bring the Gospel to the California “gentilidad”. Check out the California Missions while you are here. There are 21 in all, each less than an hours drive apart (mas or menos).
“The Life of Fray Junipero Serra”, written by his fellow missionary, Fray Francisco Palou, is a great account about the founding of California. The 1955 translation by Geiger is very good.
Northern California Missions:
San Francisco de Solano – in Sonoma
San Rafael Arcangel – in San Rafael
*San Francisco de Asis (Mission Dolores) – in San Francisco
San Jose – in San Jose
Santa Clara de Asis – in Santa Clara
If you want to get a good idea of what the missions were like in their original settings follow the El Camino Real to where Central California’s Monterey Diocese has at least 7 missions, (maybe 9? I don’t recall if La Purisima Concepcion and Santa Inez are in Monterey or LA diocese), many of which are in rural settings. Mission San Carlos Borromeo de Carmelo in Carmel is beautiful, Mission San Juan Bautista has the Latin Mass, you can take a personal retreat and stay at the Mission San Antonio de Padua and get an idea of why adobe is so wonderful on a hot day. The beautiful interior of Mission San Miguel is original.
Further south, Mission Santa Barbara and Mission San Juan Capistrano (TLM celebrated in the Serra Chapel) are considered the “jewels” of the missions. But really, they are all gems.
Whatever missions you visit….keep in mind that because they were built in the late 1700s to early 1800s they all have altars that face the right way :)
Personally, I believe that Satan has a deep hatred for the holy roots of California, and the brave men who were responsible for it’s founding….which is why he inspires such wickedness in those vulnerable to his suggestions. What greater sorrow could he cause to each and every Franciscan than to besmirch the honor of their beloved Seraphic Father, Francis, than by making his namesake city synonymous with Sodom? Ditto for Hollywood being in the heart of the city whose full moniker is La Assistancia de Nuestra Senora, Reina de Los Angeles.
May God bless your work here and make it bear much fruit!