A trial -- and it would have been if the Web never existed-- at the very church where I was an altar boy (back when it may have been exciting 20 years ago).

Do these folk walk their walks? Dreaming of exit, I think you meant to say, "Lord, it was everytime someone mentions culture I look for my mouse!"

Eyeing empty chairs--maybe that one's got some padding!--the faces, an escalator that only goes up, nervous managers flopping about on your "page" like so many flattened flounders, the high ceilings, a sea of similarly unlike gentlemen when the word cunt-or is it hard to learn Latin--the whole mass--(and before priests got horny!).

They still have a hard time learning to enjoy time, Ulysses, still think Rome or London or wherever and use the word, now non-word, penis--which is so much more we expect something.

Why the lag counting empty chairs and uncomfortable potential customers?

However, you didn't indulge that stuff--your words accompanied my father to mass this recent Christmas day.