MUSCATINE, Iowa — Bless me, father, for it has been a long time since I’ve been a regular on Sunday mornings.
Of course, like Catholics everywhere — both the regulars and the irregulars — this leaves me feeling guilty. It’s not that I really am opposed to going to church. But I’ve been working on Sunday mornings for the past couple of years, which makes church attendance difficult. And I also seem to always find something else to do on Saturday evenings.
That was my story for this morning, too. As it happened, I wound up not working, leaving me with a choice:
1. Go to church. After all, today is Palm Sunday.
2. Join some friends for the 9 a.m. service at the Church of Cyclentology.
Forgive me again, please, father. The pull of the bike was too strong and I rode 35 miles today, including a breakfast ride with friends to Mad Marv’s Place in Fruitland. It turned out to be a beautiful morning for riding.
And Mad Marv’s was a great destination. It’s hard to go wrong with spending $7 to make your own bloody Mary and order a half mess: one
egg, hash browns, cheese, sausage and lots of veggies all tossed together and served with toast.
I’ve become a disciple. More breakfast rides to Mad Marv’s are likely this summer. In fact, I may have to find out if its open during the week.
This and that: When I got home, I discovered a marathon of “The Mary Tyler Moore Show” on the Hallmark Channel. How is it that a TV show that debuted 42 years ago is still better than most of what’s on TV today?
Maybe it’s just that the older I get, the more I look like a bigger version of Lou Grant.
Today’s quote: Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever. — Charles Lamb, English critic (1775-1834)