A Spicey Meat-a-ball
Although it technically hasn’t happened yet as I write, I am surrounded by all the activity going into preparing our annual Spaghetti Dinner, courtesy of the Men’s Club. Osteria Acqua E Farina is catering our event. I am embarrassed that I haven’t eaten there yet, a situation I suspect I will correct with dispatch. They are just north of Davie Boulevard on U.S. 1 on the west side. I don’t go that way very often... until now.
When you look at the events that are coming up in the next few months, you really understand the thought that as a seasonal parish we cram a year’s worth of activities into six months.
As many of you know through your willingness to help, it isn’t hard to get tired. Yet so many of you make “tired” secondary to community. That’s what makes all of you very special people insofar as I’m concerned. If it sounds like I’m “blowing smoke,” so be it. Maybe that’s what you call “Holy Smoke!” OK. I’ll quit now.