So I’m in Walgreen’s buying a few details for Valentine’s Day. It’s busy with a line of folks clutching their chocolates, cards and flowers, and I’m dressed in my clericals. When I get to the front of the line the cashier–a woman in her sixties says, “So you’re a priest. What’s all this about Saint Valentine?”
“Do you want the long version or the short version?” I ask.
She laughs and looks at the line behind me. “Probably the short version Father.”