And so it’s Easter. This morning, for the 3rd Easter in a row, I’ll look out my apartment window here in Covington, Kentucky and watch the parking lot for St. Mary’s Cathedral Basilica of the Assumption fill up with cars. The lot will be packed. It always is on Easter and also Christmas morning, but probably more so on Easter.
Once upon a time, I always ate ham on Easter Sunday. My mother-in-law usually prepared it. Now, I’m divorced and she’s no longer alive. I do have some ham lunchmeat in the refrigerator. I may prepare a ham sandwich for lunch. Or not.
I’m thinking that in this stage of my life, I will never ever again go on an Easter egg hunt. Just as well. I was never any good at finding those damn eggs.
When I was down at the corner of happy and healthy yesterday (Walgreens/Covington), the cashier assured me they would be open on Easter Sunday. Why the cashier made a point of telling me this, I don’t know. Walgreens is open on every holiday.
12 years ago, I wrote an Easter editorial for CityBeat called “Eternity: God’s Cruel Joke?” I’m not going to provide a link to it, because it received a ton of hate mail and I don’t want to get more of it here today. If you want to read it, you’ll have to do a Google search.
And so it’s Easter. And tomorrow is Monday.
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