Had the good fortune this weekend to meet the pseudonymous, trenchantly enigmatic, lethal combox warrior, scourge of usurers, corruptor of every consequentialist conscience, and enemy of everything evil under the sun, the Catholic blogger known as ZippyCatholic. His company is convivial, or he could not have gotten along with me. It also helps that he likes many of the right things, such as good European pilsners and homemade pizza. We tipped a few, had a good dinner, and discussed the Fate of the Nation and of all mankind, concluding that both would be in good hands if we were in charge. Just as importantly, he brought along his beautiful daughter (who clearly adores him), musically talented (she played our piano for hours) and lover of all things artistic. We took her to an art store and made sure she left with something useful. A good kid with a big, open heart. She gives me hope for the future. May the Lord bless her and keep her, show his face to shine upon her, and be gracious unto her all her days.
Prosit, my friend. And soon, I hope.