may appear when you least expect it.

Last night, I drove the ogwife to a friend’s party. We drove her car- and since she intended to get liquored up, I drove. So I paid attnetion to the rearview, something I don’t do when I’m not driving.

And I noticed a rosary hanging there- one I recognized.

“is that from my top dresser drawer?”
“Yes. There are a bunch there, I didn’t think you’d mind”
“I don’t. I’m glad you’re putting it to use”

The rosaries in question- and there are ten of them- are inexpensive ones given to initiates of the Knights of Columbus. There are ten of them, including the one hanging from the Ogwife’s mirror.

I have these, not becuase I was initiated ten times, but because I was the person (or one of them) who did the initiating- and I ended up with one each time.

Dad encouraged me to join the knights, and was immensely proud when I joined the degree team, so much so that he came to see each of the ten initiations I perfomed. Seeing that rosary hanging there made me want to hang one from the mirror in the Explorer. When she’s back on the road, I will. Thanks for the reminder, pop.