See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient with it until it receives the early and the late rains. - James 5:7

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Start spreading the news...


The new Bishop Sheen?  The new Loretta Young?
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Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today




I want to be a part of it - New York, New York


These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray


Right through the very heart of it - New York,


New York






I wanna wake up in a city, that doesn’t sleep


And find I’m king of the hill - top of the heap






These little town blues, are melting away


I’ll make a brand new start of it - in old New


York


If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere


It’s up to you - New York, New York






New york, New York


I want to wake up in a city, that never sleeps


And find I’m a number one top of the list, king


of the hill


A number one






These little town blues, are melting away


I’m gonna make a brand new start of it - in old


New York


And if I can make it there, I’m gonna make it


anywhere






It up to you - New York New York






New York...
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I know...  I know!
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Something is going on!
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Three French hens or Chinese duck for supper... I'm not really sure... he is very theatrical you know.

6 comments:

  1. austringer2:36 AM

    I am left with nothing -- my soul, my heart -- it's just plain gone after a year (or two ) of anguish...

    Lord, when?

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  2. Are you referring to Fr. Z which is in NYC right now?

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  3. When cassocks go wrong...

    Seriously, that looks like movie theater curtains.

    Epicureanism is still a heresy, incidentally.

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  4. Fr. G - It seems he's been there quite often of late - so I'm just speculating he could have a new career in media - just for fun of course.

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  5. New York?
    Yuck!
    I spent enough time in the Northeast to cure me of any kind of "attachment"...thank God for His mercy!
    Give me the Midwest any day.
    Yeah, I live in the midst of the "white trailer trash" and the "neanderthals"...but there are some spots of "light"....I grew up here (in the Midwest) and will forever thank God that I am called to be here (even if I sometimes am, well, sigh, disgusted!).
    Our monastic cappas are nowhere near as impressive as this Padre's...white, as little fabric as possible, sometimes dingy.
    It's okay, though.

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  6. Fr Patton, calling Fr Patton!!

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