The Land of the Living

Just returned from visiting Fr. Wolfgang last night. I travel up one day, work the next and return on the third day. He told me that when he was here recently for a funeral the Big Herod had approached him and asked him to call Chucky. "He, Fr. Wolfgang, did not know the whole situation." I was really upset. Well, Chucky did get a call but Fr. Wolfgang told me he defended me. So first night I cried up there but as it happenes so often by the next morning I was OK. I met the new help up there and I could pitch in with the mailing of the Christmas letter. Then last night I talked to Fr. Fallerie-Fallera. He is the most outspoken of my friends and just said that the Big Herod was sick. Amen. He settled into his winter home away from home but he actually already bought a car. I hope it will not become his casket.