Fr. John Boyle, better known on the blogosphere as South Ashford Priest, is about to arrive in my parish. Actually, he's not about to arrive, because, in a typically British way, he decided to travel from New York, where he has been for the last five days, by train. I tried to tell him that no-one in America travels by train - but he's English. Consequently, his train is already two hours late and it looks like I will be picking him up from one the less salubrious parts of downtown St. Albans at around midnight. Fr. John is actually my mother's parish priest, so it will be a great joy to give him a little hospitality while on his much-needed vacation. I think I have cleared out the fleas for him, and we have a nice new bed in the visitors room. Posting has been a little light due to a large number of people dying over the last few weeks. I hope it's not something I said.
5 comments:
The hold up happens around Rutland. The last time my sister-in-law came from NYC her train was also two hours late. She said that from around Whitehall, NY to Rutland they traveled at around 15 mph. Apparently, the tracks from the border to Rutland aren't all that great. I could have picked her up in Fairhaven and been home again and actually eating dinner by the time she actually made it to Rutland.
The job of the parish priest is to help his congregation on their way to Heaven. I guess you must be doing something right if they are all in such a hurry to get there. Good job, Father!
He took the train? I am impressed. He could have walked backwards from Manhattan faster! Don't take him on any snipe hunts.
Give Fr John my love... and tell him we miss his presence on the blogosphere!
I hope it's not something I said.
Bugger off perhaps! lol
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