It was the morning of 11/11/08.  As usual, I parked my car in front of the local abortuary before I went to 7:30 mass at nearby St. Peter’s.  After mass, walking to my car, I noted that an old man who  left mass ahead of me stopped and made the sign of the cross on my windshield as he passed by.   He knows I always park there when we pray the rosary on killing days at the mill.  He’s been doing this lately.  That’s nice, I thought.

As I looked down the alley  where the abortuary is (we call it Death Alley) to see if it was “business as usual” on Veteran’s Day, a young man got out of the biggest van I’ve ever seen and approached me.  “I’m so sorry,” he said.  “I clipped your car!”  We looked at my car – on a 1978 Olds it’s hard to see if the rear bumper is any worse than usual.  I would never have noticed it was damaged in a hundred years.  “Do you want to call the police?” he asked.  “Do you want my name and insurance number?”  He kept apologizing.  He said he had previously driven a small car and wasn’t used to that big van which he had only owned for a week.  I was so impressed that he didn’t just drive on after he clipped me, hoping no one saw him.  Instead he waited till I appeared!  Diogenes, where are you?  I’ve found an honest man!   This honest man is named Edward Barker.  If he should ever google his name sometime in the future and go through the five million results, he may discover how appreciated his honesty was.

My pro-life confreres appeared and we prayed our fifteen decades of the rosary and the Divine Mercy chaplet.  We shared our dismay at the election of radically pro-abortion Barack Obama.  God has blessed me with such good friends.  A veteran walked by  on his way to the 11-11-11 ceremonies at the War Memorial at the end of Main Street.  We explained why we were praying at Medical Options and he said he had been stationed at the Coast. I’m vague about what that means but offered him a handshake and a “God bless.”  He responded with a hug.  That’s nice, I thought.

The View was in progress when I returned home.  Sir Elton John told about writing the songs for the Broadway musical, Billy Elliot.  Billy was a coal miner’s son who wanted to be a ballet dancer, and the musical has been performed in London, Sydney, and now New York with three young boys who alternate playing the lead role.  One of them did a breathtaking demonstration of  the “Electricity” he feels when he dances.  I feel privileged to have seen it.

Also today 21-year-old college student/waitress Brianne Sherman won $250,000 on Who Wants to be a Millionaire?.

One o’clock.  Nap time.

Nice morning, I thought.


I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.   Jeremiah 29:11