In all the years that I've been writing for Inc., I was never able to find a story about an outfit in my hometown of Billings, Montana. Until now.
St. Patrick's is the church where I received my First Communion and served many years as altar boy, lector and Eucharistic Minister.
To this day, a whiff of incense brings back painful memories of sitting through loonnngggg Stations of the Cross services with Monsignor Zarek.
I was hedging my bets for the later years, but as Lucinda Williams notes, we all have to "get right with God" at some point.
(Or not. Far be it for me to judge.)
