I’m quite pleased today to see this certain man walking down the street. I had seen him like two weeks ago and, for reasons I won’t go into here, just had to write to him. He kindly wrote me back, and he suggested we talk in person, but he was at somewhat of a disadvantage because I knew what he looked like but he didn’t know me from Adam. So it was quite handy to see him on the street again today and be able to stop and introduce myself.

Turns out he goes to St. Matt’s too, at least to the weekday 8:00 a.m. Mass. So he’s out and getting to work about the same time I’m chugging from the Metro on my way to work. We had a nice chat about St. Matt’s and Monsignor Gerhart and Father Caulfield and the Latin Mass on Sundays that I attend. He used to be an altar boy, back in the days of the Tridentine Mass, and he says his father was never pleased with the switch to English after Vatican II.