At Sullie's Place

Please tell me that the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops didn’t pull the rug out from under you.  Tell them to take me instead as I would be happy to take one for the team, you know, like a secret service agent, I’ll take the bullet for you.  They can put me through the ringer and I will even run the gauntlet.  Heck, they can rescind my baptism, 1st communion, confirmation and entire 1st - 8th Grade Catholic School education and diploma.  I’ll even take back all those 1,327 confessions if it will set you free. You and Jill are the President & 1st Catholic.  I’m just a wastrel of contaminated and expired holy water.  Please say it ain’t so Joe as, according to UPolitics.com, the USCCB has gone ahead and passed new guidelines that states, “Catholics who disagree with the Church’s position on abortion should not receive Holy Communion.”  Holy Cow!  That’s enough to piss the POPE!  I think the 1st order of business would be for The Vatican...

In all my born days, I have never seen such controversy and chaos on such a grand scale and on so many levels than what is being dealt out in today’s times.  Coming of age in the 60’s could be considered a pragmatic prep period for future events that throw the proverbial “monkey wrench” into our self-serving sphere.  How are we to proceed with our moral obligation to the betterment of mankind when we, ourselves, are bottled up in corrupted confusion in our day to day lives.  Everywhere we turn to in the media is as if we are re-entering the Dark Ages.  I scan the internet on a daily basis and the headlines have become a mind-boggling bonanza of bodacious banter.  The 60’s became a decade of political unrest that grew out of the protests over Civil Rights, Watts Riots, Vietnam, Democratic National Convention & The Chicago Seven, etc., etc., etc., and ending, strangely enough, with 3 days of peace & love at Woodstock.  To say “Times Are A-Changing” ba...

There is an old adage from a Thomas Wolfe novel titled, “You Can’t Go Home Again.”  I don’t think one could take it literally unless home no longer exists.  It’s only a figure of speech since many folks have left, but never left, or left and moved back, or left for awhile and found out they never left at all such as Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.  All she had to do in the end is just click her heels 3 x’s and repeat, “There’s No Place Like Home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home……!  I, myself, have come and gone a gazillion times while growing up, however, there is one universal consistency, the older I got, the more I became unattached.  Now that I’m in my 70’s and after being around the world a few times, home has become fluid.  My residential home is in the boonies of Northern Minnesota, most of my time this past year has been spent at our apartment in the Twin City Area and I am writing this article at an A...