At the vibrant midtown parish Holy Innocents – where you can find the TLM every single day – people stop in to pray. Men… women… in suits… street people… young… old… anglos… hispanics… professionals… not so professional….
That is just a sample.
Then… off to buy something.
I bought a chincy clerical shirt for way too much money at about the only clerical spot in Manhattan because – for the second trip in a row – I forgot to pack the right clothes.
I have, of course, my tactical clericals. I needed a shirt for a suit.
And get an eyeful of these! Not a black one in sight.
Then to the only ham radio store… but that can wait till Saturday.
Then, after a swift trip to a fragrance and perfume store to buy sacks of real frankincense, …
…I was off to the hat store. I wanted a Homberg that I spied in the window. I discovered that it was $300. There were some others, too, but I think I should go back when I have had a haircut. Right now I am hirsute.
This is Van the Hat Doctor. He is enthusiastic.
Then, to my cigar store.
The young guy at the counter was very helpful. He even found a box for some of my selections. Do me a favor… click HERE and visit their site.
I love the old adverts still visible on buildings.
In memory of Fr. Judge.
Tonight there was a benefit at the New York Athletic Club for the Benedictine monks at Norcia. HERE
They have a wonderful disc of Gregorian chant dedicated to Marian Feast Days. BENEDICTA: Marian Chant from Norcia
There was beer! They are famous for beer. I had some interesting news about their beer too! Stay tuned.
These, ladies and gents, are men. Fr. Folsom and Fr. Nivakoff and fan.
With Catholic filmmaker James Morlino (a distant relation of the Extraordinary Ordinary). Remember my review of the innovative film The War of the Vendée? HERE
The main speak was Russ Douthat. Will you do me a favor? Say some prayers for him. He is recovering from the horrible Lyme Disease.
Fr. Cassian in action.
Now, after the pleasure of watching the Yankees lose last night, I am watching the Cubs beat the Pirates like a drum.
On my phone via Slingbox.
With left overs from supper last night… life is good.
Sorry… not done yet.
I made my way to a place I remembered from my childhood, the Marshall Chess Club. Once upon a time I was a rated player. I did tournaments and the like.
Then, since chess has been on my mind lately, through Washington Square Park…
And… I made a contact via Echolink.
So… yes. Busy and satisfying days, with weather so beautiful you dream of it in the winter.