I GET OUT TO THE HOOT-n-Holler at 3 p.m., the only time Steve is really comfortable having me there. Apparently, there are those who are uncomfortable drinking in the same room as a Catholic priest.
Of course, that has never bothered generations of Knights of Columbus, but most non-Catholics don’t realize this.
I head towards the bar when I arrive, but Steve points me towards a table and, bringing over a bottle of my favorite beer, joins me.
“Thanks for the beer,” I say. “What’s on your mind? You said it concerned a member of my parish?”
“Yes, and I believe you also consider him a friend,” Steve says. “Father, you’ve got a man in your parish named Dan Conway, who is also a police detective.”
He’s just confirmed my fears. “Yes, I do consider him a friend. More than that, he saved Helen
