There are days when doubt clouds my mood But not Tuesday I was headed out to Bensonhurst to scope out a possible column that morning On the way out along the Grand Central Parkway I suddenly thought of my friend Jack a classic post-Vatican II Irish street priest with a big personality and a lov

To be with the Rev John Flynn was to walk with faith Seriously mdash he would cross the streets around Saint Martin of Tours parish in the Bronx barely looking to see if any cars were barreling down the way How he never got hit is a minor miracle Yet whenever I accompanied him on his regular walk