I'm still a little miffed that my buddy put pot in the incesne urn, but we all had a great time at church that sunday. Then there was the time we got in the vault and stole the wafers and wine. What a wonderful afternoon. I kinda groggily remember the Monsegnior having a discussion with the priests to determine if the wafers were blessed or not. You see, had they been, I would have been excommunicated for mortal sin (transsubstantiation stuff), but fortunately I wasn't so. Then I grew up and became a Baptist pastor. Well, onward ho, we all outlive our sillyness if time and God permits.