I did.   I went for a walk this evening, and who did I see, but Jesus.   I put the tail on him tonight.  Some might say I followed him.

About an hour later, I was on my way back home.  I got the creepy feeling that someone was following me.   I was alone on the street, but there were footprints behind me.  They weren’t in the sand.  Just there on the sidewalk.

Maybe I should have gone to St. Michael’s this morning?  What’s it all mean?