Thursday Night


Why do i wanna suddenly hide my hands behind my back?  Why do suddenly remember being up in the belfry?  Oh wait!  That wasn’t me.  That was my brother … yeh … my brother and his goofball friends.

I was the one with Mary Margaret helping her count her Holy Cards in her room.  No wait!  That was my … other brother … yeh, my other brother.  Yeh, you know how those hooligan Irish boys are.  Nothing but trouble.

I remember now.  I was the one that put out that fire behind the school that some kid in my class started.  yeh.  You know how those Catholic boys are in school.  “Nothing but a nuisance for the good sisters.” as the priests used to say.

It sure is funny how a simple yardstick in a penguin’s hands brings back some memories.