The tale is fishy, even if viewed through a fish-eye lens. (As is the three-part holiday set in the Notes From The Beat.) On Good Friday, I was back to going Lutheran, which is what I grew up as, since no fish was to be found. Taco Tuesday, typically, is on the other side of the week. But hey, on this day even the ailing pope skipped his usual walk through the park of the dozen holy stations, or to a distant dining room. So there’s hope for the rest of us?
This is the Thank God It’s Good Friday that was. Or was it … Where in the holy mackerel was […]