MONDAY DIARY: ALMOST EXCRUSIATINGLY TRUE STORIES: A LITTLE BIT OF HUNGER GOES A LONG, LONG WAY

Today, in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day, Sebastian (the birthday boy) and I decided to take a trip back in time.

We set the Wayback machine for Martin Luther King day in 1993 in the vicinity of Wickliffe, Ohio and ended up in one of my classes headed by a priest we will name Fr. Double P.

And so we hopped onto the seminary van and headed to the inner city from where, a couple of years previously, they moved the seminary because it was deemed too dangerous.

Fr. Double P's plan, in his efforts to teach us about inner city life, was good but flawed.

It is always good to call first.

Ironic isn't it?

But too late.  The van was gone and we were stuck in the city wandering around for hours with no place to go, no coffee shop to sit in to get out of cold, and nobody to visit.

 

So as it turned out, it became a great lesson in spite of poor planning.  Join us next time for "You're never to cold to learn" or "A hamburger in the hand is worth two in the suburbs."