Guess What I Did

I was in Iowa for a week.

Seriously.

That’s where I was.

And they didn’t kick me out, or send a Priest ( of which there are about a bazillion in Dubuque alone ) to follow me around or wait under my window at night Father Merrin style.

I think I’ll be visiting again soon.

Probably I should let them recover

first.

It’s a long story.