Father Larry

Dear Jeremy:

Today you e-mailed me to ask if I would volunteer to help organize for President Obama. I would probably have been able to say an enthusiastic yes had the President paused to think he might want my help before denigrating people such as myself as “self-righteous” folk futilely tilting at wind mills in order to feel good about themselves. Continue reading

Father Larry

Sometimes lately I find myself wondering where certain things have disappeared. Like, whatever happened to the buzzards that used to constantly circle and glide majestically over Bakersfield and the surrounding countryside – the farms, the desert fields, river and canals? Whatever happened to all the Black-eyed peas that grew there – the kind I helped my mother snap in the cool of the day out on the green lawn. In fact, whatever happened to Bakersfield? Continue reading