In Texas when we want the smell of sea air we “head for Corpus,” or we “go to South Padre.” Having grown up in New England, I’ve not managed to become a fan of the waters of the Gulf. I suppose it’s all the same water, but it sure doesn’t seem it to me. On Monday morning I’m catching a 6:20 a.m. non-stop flight headed northeast, and I’ll be spending the inside of a week on the New Jersey shore. It won’t be all play and no work – I’ll be meeting with the architect to discuss preliminary plans for the expansion we need to build – but I’m looking forward to some saltwater fishing and a little bit of a break. I’m indebted to some very kind parishioners who have been, for the past several years, urging me to visit them at their summer home there. I wish JoAnn could go too, but since she gets sick even thinking about getting on a plane, she and I decided that I might as well go. I guess after nearly thirty-seven years of marriage we've accepted the fact that I like to travel and she doesn’t.
Anyway, I’ll be away from Monday through Friday. Although I might post something on the blog, then again I might not. I won’t be away for any of our Sunday Masses, and Fr. Rutkowski will be celebrating the 7:00 a.m. weekday Masses while I’m gone. I’m looking forward to a little break – but you know, I really miss being here when I’m away.