The Price of a Ticket
I bought the book, but I didn't want to wait in line for Father Martin to sign it. There were two other strange occurrences tonight. A man and his son sat next to us. He did a double-take and asked, "Are you people from Franklin?" He recognized us from church. His son goes to Boston College, and that's where we all were.
The other occurrence was not a happy one. We lost the ticket to the parking garage and had to pay an exorbitant price to get out. But, if you consider that the talk was free, it was worth it.
I can't wait to start reading Jesus, A Pilgrimage.