After a long day with the conference and meeting so many people, tiring to be sure, it is nice to retire to the visitor’s quarters at the rectory and relax.
To the unmistakable sound of automatic gun fire.
I suspect sirens will follow.
UPDATE:
Sorry… it was only semi-automatic, not automatic.
You might want to sleep on the floor, Fr. Z. Be safe!
I am praying for you at this moment.
Oh my, Father…..please be careful. I’m praying for your guardian angel to keep you safe.
As to sleeping on the floor, not a good idea. A great friend of mine, who passed away this year, was working on a native reservation in the southwest of America in a Catholic school, when bullets came up through his bedroom floor one night. A couple below his family had a domestic fight involving weapons. My friend, who had five children, and his wife, were not hurt, but he left the Catholic school where he was teaching and continued working for Catholic education elsewhere. Floors, at least in apartments, are not safe….Hoping rectories are safer, we wish you a good night with the protection of the angels. Safety is relative.
Well, I don’t know about anybody else, but I am still chuckling at that “Z-quip.”
It reminds me of the time when I had driven across the entire state of Indiana looking for a motel (it was a football weekend in South Bend) and didn’t find one until Gary.
After I checked in, the Holiday Inn clerk wouldn’t let me go to my room until an armed guard was there to escort me. I slept soundly, anyway.
People – where’s your sense of adventure?
LOL – You should hear it on New Years Eve.
Fr. Perrone always offers a vigil Mass for the Solemnity of the Mother of God at 11:00pm. As the world around us brings in the New Year, we are usually at the Communion rail receiving Our Lord. We pray a Rosary and around 12:30pm, everyone heads over to the school gym for a pot luck dinner. By that time, it’s pretty quiet.
At a former position in Brockton, MA I had the problem of bullets coming through windows from time to time. Sometimes there were sirens, sometimes not. I decided it was too much of a risk just to be an organist….
I arrived in Detroit around October 1967, just in time to view the cremains of portions of that fair city. And I remember the gunfire, too.
Sheeeeeesh!
Certainly sounds like the Far West to me! ;)
“Automatic gunfire…” Truly? Notpop!pop!pop!pop!, but brrrrrrrrrt brrrrrrrrrt!…?
Kerry: let’s hope Father meant “semi-automatic”! :-)
‘Put on the whole armor of God..’ Be safe Fr. Z. You are in our prayers.
Odds of sirens following gunfire are usually improved if someone calls 911.
Not to worry folks. I didn’t. I just my ear plugs in and went to sleep.
Sorry… it was only semi-automatic, not automatic.
I guess that makes it semi-dangerous, instead of dangerous!
Seriously, though: I hope the rest of the evening passed without incident, Father!