. . . because I couldn't find a decent cilice in my size.
Friday, November 18, 2011
The horror . . .
Yesterday was the anniversary of my parents' wedding day. And the birthdays of my godson, his brother, and my friend, Betty. All that is good.
But yesterday was also the 33rd anniversary of one of the worst hoorors ever to be inflicted upon the word. People still dream of what they saw that day, and cry out in terror in the night. It was . . .