Thank you Margie. I got lucky with this piece. I was hanging out with friends at the rectory office at St. Michael’s, drinking Mogen David “borrowed” from the sacristy, and using up communion wafers that were past their expiration dates. The friends got to ragging on how the church could get along just fine without its priests. A motivational speaker every Sunday could entertain the parishioners, and save the parish a boatload of liability insurance money. When I got home, I jotted down what they said. The story wrote itself from there. That sums up my writing. Talent? Naw, just luck.