So I spent all day yesterday at a religious observance. It was one of my favorite niece's confirmation and we had to trek out to Staten Island. It was an all day thing so I was off the grid. Away from the store and all the other day to day stuff we are always dealing with. No politics only religion.
Now it is always interesting to me to go to another Church in a different parish. I have been in this one many times. St. Clare's is one of the bigger congregations on Staten Island. In fact in New York City. Many of the families who went over the Guinea Gangplank to Staten Island are parishioners. All of my cousins go there. I have buried cousins out of it. It is sort of half way between the old school churches in Brooklyn with statues of St Lucy with her eyeballs on a plate and the quasi-Protestant churches with the tambourines and the circle and squares on the wall instead of Jesus on the cross. It was packed as over a hundred and fifty people were getting confirmed by Bishop O'Hara of the New York Archdiocese. That was were I drifted off into reverie as candidate after candidate went up to be confirmed.
