March 24th 2023
Dear Diary,
Gave an afternoon of recollection at the retired priests’ home yesterday. During drinks before dinner, ancient Msgr Hinckley motioned for me to come over. Wasn’t sure I wanted to do that, since he’s been picking on me for well over forty years, since seminary. But I thought maybe he’s mellowed with age. I go over. He takes my hand, patting it, says, “I see they’re feeding you well, Francis!” Dang! He always gets me. He’s been lobbing that zinger at me since I was 20! And all the guys all picked up on it. Years of, “Oh, Francis!” He’s half the reason I dropped Francis and started to go by Atticus, leading to the inevitable. Didn’t even see it coming. Too late now. Might as well embrace it.
The coordinator of the retirement home was telling me about the recent increase in costs. Astronomical! Why can’t we get some nuns or something to help out? Would be cheaper, that’s for sure. What happened to all the Sisters who taught in our schools anyway? I had them when I was a kid, and they were great. The schools weren’t free, but they didn’t cost anywhere near what they charge now! The few nuns we have are as old as Hinckley, so that’s not gonna work. How do you get some of those young gals like Jude has in his diocese? It’s like they want to go there. Must investigate. NOTE: Ask Fr Tommy if any of his friends over there have a clue.











I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The practice of Forty Hours Devotion should be revived.





In the North, which is where most of you readers are, it is the first day of Spring, the Vernal Equinox, today. We are interested in this day in particular because we date Easter as the 1) first Sunday 2) after the first full Moon 3) on or after the Vernal Equinox.




















