National Fun Day



This morning I had to take my vehicle in to the mechanic for an issue regarding a fluid leak in the engine.  The resulting smoke the leak produced gave cause for concern of a major repair and huge mechanic's bill.  To not let this dampen my good mood nor to detract from National Fun Day, I decided to grab the bicycle for another one of my city-wide adventures.  First, I sat at Buon Giorno, my favorite Fort Worth coffee shop, for a time of reading and relaxation.  I was able to start and finish reading March's issue of Texas Highways magazine.  In addition, the privilege to make the acquaintance of a new staff member, the sister of a departing employee who will now work for an airline as an attendant, was an opportunity I didn't want to pass up.  She seems very personable and will become a great asset to the shop and its environment.  After a cup of coffee and one cup of Earl Grey hot tea, my favorite drink of choice at "BG", I headed for the apartment; however, the return trip was sidetracked by an excursion with Saint Patrick's Cathedral.  For as many years as I worked downtown, I never took the time to read the historical markers or check out the structures of the parish.  As usual, I was fascinated by the history and character of the church.  Not only does the church have a lot to offer Fort Worth as a whole, historically speaking, but the architectural beauty it offers to downtown is amazing.  The church stands as a gateway to the southern portal of downtown, coming in from Jennings Street.  I can tell a lot of money and planning, along with the utmost scrutiny in design and detail, were placed in the effort of construction.  If you consider Saint Patrick's Cathedral your home parish, I envy you.  The church is beautiful, as I'm sure the same could be said of the interior.  Maybe next time I will be able to check out the sanctuary and even attend Mass.  I wonder if Martin Luther would turn in his grave if this Protestant ever did so.


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