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Tonight a group of political activists gathered at a local pub to write postcards to potential voters in a special congressional election in Tennessee next month. The postcards urged people to vote without mentioning any candidates or parties by name.


Six of us from the larger Dittmeier family turned out to write postcards.

This evening three of us retired priests drove south to Bardstown, Kentucky to the St. Joseph Proto-Cathedral where we had dinner with Fr. Randy Hubbard, the pastor there. Randy followed me as the priest with the Catholic deaf ministry in our archdiocese.

Today the Louisville temperature went down to the mid 20ºs and we got a few snow flurries and a little accumulation for an hour or two. This is the first time I’ve seen snow falling for 20 or 30 years.
The Lord will guard you as you come and go, both now and forever.

The bishop’s office asked me to take masses at St. Boniface Church in Louisville for November and December, until the new pastor is in place, and I am happy to do that. I just need to limit my work mainly to places within bicycle range. St. Boniface is only three miles from where I live so that was no problem.
Where to put my bicycle during the morning masses was another question. The liturgical minister solved it by our taking the (expensive) bicycle into church to a side chapel where a trustworthy guardian could keep an eye on it.

The second week in October, I was the guest of Jim and Roberta McLaughlin in Berkeley, California. I didn’t knowingly make any changes to my phone, but now three weeks after my return, I’m getting notices of the weather in the Bay Area.

In the first years I was a priest, before I worked with deaf people in Asia, I was a teacher-chaplain-counselor at Angela Merici High School which was on the same property as my first parish assignment. For four years of my time at A.M.H.S., Sr. Paula Klein-Kracht, OSU, was the principal. She was a well-educated and very competent woman. Paula died last week and today we had her funeral at the Ursuline Sisters motherhouse. There were so many people there who recognized and greeted me from 40 or 50 years ago!

This is real church.
Fr. Gene Walsh, a prof at St. Mary’s Seminary in Baltimore, told us that if a priest goes around his parish neighborhood knocking on every door, and if the people don’t know his church, he’s not doing his job.
