I was asked to help out my old friend the Underground Pewster by filling in at Not Another Episcopal Church Blog this week.
The poor soul needed a vacation.
Vacations are for sissies. Back in the day when men of iron walked the decks, there was no such thing as a pleasure cruise. Entertainers were brought on board the great liners to sooth the souls of people as they voyaged from place to place. The purpose of the voyage was not pleasure. There is something bothersome about the notion of a pleasure cruise. I can't quite put my finger on it.