Miami, Florida

 

I flew into Miami Florida late Friday night and forgot that not only is it the mecca for Golden Girls but also home to the largest walk in sauna in the world.  Since I had until about 5pm Saturday night I spent most of Saturday walking around Coconut Grove (I actually covered 8.5 miles of the place). 

I was there to do comedy for a group of high school students who were celebrating the arrival of a relic of St. John Bosco.  I didn't know a lot about the Saint till I started doing research for weekend.  First of all I couldn't for the life of me figure out his name.  Was it John or Don?  Even on the website for the event in several different places it referred to the him as St. Don Bosco and then St. John Bosco...what gives? Turns out, I am slower than I thought and "Don" in Italian is "Father"...but I refrained from referring to him as "Saint Don Juan" because I am classy, and my guardian angels grabbed me before I could.

St. John Bosco founded the Salesian religious order in the 1800s.  The Salesians are known for their work with the youth through teaching and meeting kids on their level, something I love (the meeting of people on their level part).  Bosco was the original youth minister, hanging out with troubled teens and having fun with them and showing them that if he liked them and was just a human, imagine the love God has for them who was all about unconditional love.

So this relic has been traveling for some time and finally made it to Miami.  The actual relic is his right arm which is encased in a wax figure of the Saint complete with his "death mask" which was made just the day after his death.  I am tempted to request one of those in my will just for something for my kids to complain about. 

So The relic came in, the Bishop spoke, the relic went out and around the corner for thousands of adults to view while hundreds of kids remained on the football field for a night of sugar and fellowship.  

Around 1am I took the stage and told jokes to kids who were starting to question the fun part about staying up all night.  I spoke for an hour, made it back to the hotel, took a two hour nap awoke and made it to the airport and seven hours later landed in San Diego to weather warmer than Miami! 

Saint Don John Bosco, pray for us.

South Dakota

I came, I froze, I was dinner to mosquitoes. Amen.

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Holy Rollers

Oh ya, last weekend I was in Anaheim, CA at a conference and during a set that my friend Ike was playing I maybe got on stage and played a little snar drum (there was no cowbell available).


I must say if the whole comedy thing fails I can always get a job keeping rhythm for a jazz fusion band.  Who am I kidding, it took me three attempts to even spell rhythm correctly.

At least I can twirl drumsticks really, really well. 
It's a charism.