Images of Fr., I mean, Monsignor Meckler, (not sure of the spelling here) enter my mind when I think of today. He had a pretty strong hand when placing ashes on the forehead at St. Boniface so many years ago.
And I can smell the perch frying in the W. 44 St. kitchen. Hmmmm. Anyone else remember what we would have for meals on Lenten Fridays? And remember those great fish frys Dad would bring home? Hmmm.
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