The Priests Have Been Busy With More Than Their Vespers and Liturgy

 Matt Carroll ran to the house down the street from him.  The house used for the “treatment” of priests who were removed from their parishes for “sick leave.”   What was he hoping to see?  What did he think he would do at this house?  He posted a picture of the house on his fridge along with a sign that read, “Kids Stay away from this house.” Continue reading “The Priests Have Been Busy With More Than Their Vespers and Liturgy”

All The President’s Men


Picture open windows, green grass and birds singing in the trees—suddenly a phone rings— “Woodward fumbled for the receiver and snapped awake.  The city editor of the Washington Post was on the line.  Five men had been arrested earlier that morning in a burglary attempt Democratic headquarters, carrying photographic equipment and electronic gear [can you hear the noise like a needle dragged quickly across a spinning record?].  Could he come in?” Continue reading “All The President’s Men”

Clear Capture Crystallized

At break of day on an April morning in Miami, a young boy hides in a relative’s home.  On the already warm street outside federal agents stand ready to rush the house on cue.  Alan Diaz’s photo captures the moment of discovery and capture.  A man in a closet holds his left arm defensively in front of the young boy and himself.  His face unafraid, his mouth opened in protest.  The boy’s mouth is open in a scream, his eyes squinting, as though trying to block out some of the scene. Opposite them are two men in full gear with weapons drawn; helmets, gloves, eye goggles and bulletproof vests.  The first man facing the man and boy in the closet has an arm out in a gesture mixed with firmness and appeasement.  His eyes are on high alert.  Continue reading “Clear Capture Crystallized”

Green Grass and Sweet Brown Soil

The eves are dripping, snow is sliding from the roof and you can almost imagine green grass, pansies and preparing the soil for gardening.  Smell the fresh brown soil.  Really, it will come.  In the meantime it is nice to enjoy a conversation about gardening with an old friend, Jeanne, as a glance out the window from time to time shows a six-foot-high snowbank sitting on the lawn.  Continue reading “Green Grass and Sweet Brown Soil”