Saturday, December 25, 2010


Festa dei Sette Pesci: Bob serves the linguine. In the background is Eddie from the same Brooklyn neighbourhood 50 years ago; we talked a lot about music and cars back then.

Christmas morning is all about family and gifts (I got a designer grey thin tie among other goodies) so I couldn’t make it to Mater Ecclesiæ (I’ll get to the Sung Mass tomorrow). So St Novus in town it was. Meh. I’ve seen worse. Would it kill you to chant the gospel and swing some incense? Besides the perfectly good carols the music from the miked-up folk choir had a lot of waltz-time numbers. Was tempted to dance with Donna in the aisle. Mea culpa.

Donna after making a wish at the presepio. (The parish church is about 30 years old going back to when the area was mostly Italian farmers.) Dollar bills, because Sometimes It’s Just Fun to Scare Protestants™.

Queen of the Holy Rosary, pray for us.

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