It was nearing midnight, in the olden days, when that was the deadline for reciting the Breviary. The priest pulled off to the shoulder of the highway, sat on the front bumper of his car and by the light of his headlights recited his "Compline."
A truck pulled up and the driver shouted, "having trouble, buddy?"
"No trouble, thanks," the priest responded and continued his silent prayers.
"All I can say," the truck driver replied, "that must be one helluva good book."
--Mrs. Ted Schulte
A truck pulled up and the driver shouted, "having trouble, buddy?"
"No trouble, thanks," the priest responded and continued his silent prayers.
"All I can say," the truck driver replied, "that must be one helluva good book."
--Mrs. Ted Schulte
