Sunday Morning coming down!

A funny thing happens every Sunday morning. When the ten o’clock mass lets out many of the people walk from St. Mary’s down Court St toward the Italian salumeria called “Good Food.” As we are walking down the street talking and catching up we pass all of the yuppies and hipster douchnozzles waiting to go to brunch at Frankies 457 or Prime Meats two of the local restaurants that are written up in all of the magazines. Now somehow Frankies’ has this big rep as an Italian restaurant which is funny since none of the real Italians from the neighborhood go there. They are all going to get the stuff to cook Sunday dinner at “Good Food.” The hipster dofus types would never consider Sunday Morning as a time to go to a religious service because it is only a time for brunch. They are too busy getting and spending and comparing their expensive strollers that they park outside the restaurant to block the sidewalk so a poor old eighty year old lady who is limping to the store can’t get by because these scumbags are blocking the whole sidewalk.

The Gospel today was about the bind man that Jesus cures by spitting on some clay and putting it on his eyes so he could see. Sometimes I would like to see if I could get these hipsters to see what is what, but I don’t think that could ever happen in real life. I mean I don’t have any clay. But I might like to spit their eyes. Just sayn’