One last thought about last night's Way of the Cross

I used to come home at 2 a.m. from a song-filled night spent hitting various spots in Greenwich Village and find that my hair stank of stale cigarette smoke — from standing too close to rock fans dangling Marlboros.

This early morning, coming home at 2 a.m. from a song-filled night spent hitting various spots in Greenwich Village, I find that my hair smells of incense — from walking too close to seminarians dangling thuribles.

This is an improvement.

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UPDATE: My friend John Budnik mentions the downtown Way in one of his guestblog posts today on Alarming News.'

AND ANOTHER THING: John's latest Alarming News post offers a link to Geoff Gentile's photo album of the downtown Way. The photos are of the group that took a different route than mine, so you're only seeing just over half the crowd that turned up for the event. I see some familiar faces, including the young pro-life speaker Elizabeth Andrew and other fine folks I met when speaking at the Diocese of Rockville Centre's Faith on Tap.