While I was in New Orleans, this little girl here told me on the phone that she wanted me to take her on the bus to preschool when I got back. Somehow that conversation broke my heart a little, in a good way. So this was prior to catching the bus the morning after I got back — one of her favorite treats being pumpkin loaf at Starbucks. And she wore the mask on the bus, too, garnering some smiles from fellow passengers.
“My dad went to the french quarter and stayed sober enough to remember to bring back this mardi gras mask.”
October 19, 2011 by at 11:52 am
Matthew has the whole package, God, family and career success.
He hath a daily beauty in his life.
Who hath the what now?
This heartwarming tale of a daughter
Was posted by Jonathan Potter.
Webb thought nothing of that
And instead spoke of Matt:
One bad Catholic’s as good as anot’er.
Lovely, Angelico. Just lovely. Thank you. I was wondering if someone was going to call Webb out on that.
I’ve always pictured Mr Webb as Korrektiv’s patriarch, but perhaps it’s time to get more specific:
Webb = Isaac
You = Jacob
Lickona = Esau
I can’t even grow a beard.
Yeah JW, but does Matthew see it that way?
Hey JP, thanks for sharing that was sweet.
Maybe if I get Failure on Many Fronts translated into Latin, people will take it more seriously as a personal motto.
This must be the most refreshingly wholesome post hereabouts since ‘Rubaiyat on a Summer Day’. Thank you, Mr Potter.
I’ll speak about whatever I want.
Sorry Angelico. I’m an asshole.
‘A man’s body is all one, though it has a number of different organs; and all this multitude of organs goes to make up one body; so it is with Christ.’
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That said, sir, if you wrote anything that calls for any kind of apology to me, I was and am too dull to see what it might be. This is beyond ‘no harm, no foul’, since not only was I not harmed, I can’t even see anything to construe as a possible foul.
But while we’re at it, please accept my own apology for implying, unintentionally or otherwise, that you are a doddering codger.
Actually more of a fat bastard.
Sorry again.
Now, you cut that out.
Yes’m.