by B.J. on 3/01/2003 09:37:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

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R.I.P. Father Jones.

Though I haven't been there much for 3 years, it's hard to imagine what my sister would be doing on any given Wednesday or Friday. He kept her straight with those long-winded practices. She doesn't have an obnoxious group of stupid loud friends.

I always wondered what Father did in his off-time. I wondered what he felt like living alone. I wonder what he felt like giving all his time to some Catholic school kids. He never greeted anyone with a hi. The man was a mystery.

But let it be no secret that I never saw any malice from him.

Good man, good man. You'll be missed.

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