By Ted Furlow
Back in the dark ages of the Latin Mass, I was privileged to be an altar boy. While I have very fond memories of the liturgy in those days, I have very limited enthusiasm for the priest facing the wrong way and using a language that no one understands. That said, I must confess to be a “Smells and Bell”s guy, and I do miss the theater of the pre-Vat II liturgy.
It is coming to the end of summer, and we are back from the first leg of the Cruise Director’s Great Northwest Adventure.