Nine
“I KNOW THE MEN WOULD love to have you, Father.”
Friday night is our first Lenten Fish Fry of the season. I don’t particularly love parish gatherings—too many people, too much noise, too much chaos with all the children running around—but I do like fish, and the fish in Myerton are always good.
Unlike some parishes that serve Mrs. John’s fish sticks or some other pre-battered and frozen substance that in and of itself is a Lenten penance, Saint Clare’s Knights of Columbus is different. Many of the men are fishermen and spend the summer months at the lakes or in the streams surrounding Myerton casting lines and reeling in bass, catfish, and trout. They gut and clean these, packing the freezer in Saint Clare’s kitchen until February or March. In case they run out of fresh-caught f
