The Caps had a great season. Let’s not dwell on the playoff curse…
…Five years ago this month, the Lord gave us Pope Benedict XVI.
I remember the moment with enormous fondness. When the new pope stepped out onto the St. Peter’s loggia, I wept with delight.
I was deliriously happy. I kissed the then-80-year-old parish secretary on the lips (may she rest in peace).
But my joy was not completely unalloyed.
There was a fly in the ointment. There was a sticky wicket. There was something just plain wrong.
One word: cuffs.
Compare the papal cuffs of April 19, 2005, with the same scene in 1978.
Moral of the story: Cardinals absolutely, positively must bring at least one pair of decent cufflinks to a conclave.