The Clouded Cloth
Father Myers was our favorite priest. He was about six foot two, one hundred and ninety five pounds. At the age of forty-five, he still had a full head of silver hair. It seemed that he had the answer for every question a young boy of twelve could have. But let there be no doubt, his most important feature was his ears. Yep, you heard me right, his ears. See, he listened, really listened to what my friends and I had to say. Life in Boston was centered around neighborhoods, and life in our...