FASTER MILES AN HOUR!!!

With the radio ON.

I love you, Franciscans! I love you, modern girls and modern sounds! But most of all, I love you, Dear Reader! Even the creepy anonymous strangers! I'm in love with Massachusetts! No, I was lying, most of all, I love YOU, salt shaker lady!

So, yeah, that's what happens when you read Brother Lawrence, St. Benedict, and predicative arithmetic while drinking Franciscan ale. Maybe I just shouldn't get married.

PS sometimes it's simply hard not to say, "look, you seem like a great chap, i hope that you abandon the satanic delusion of protestantism before you die for the sake of your immortal soul." esp. when franciscans have been plying you with their sweet german ale. it's very very hard!