September 02, 2007

Gratuitous Labor Day Weekend Posting

We had dinner with some friends last evening at the rooftop restaraunt of the Hotel Washington, located on 15th street just across from the White House. The food was very C3, the service bad and the drinks monstrously expensive, but it was well worth it to sit eleven floors up and watch the sun set over the Arlington hills, especially on such a cool, crisp evening.

Perhaps still bemused by the conversation we had, coming home to Virginia I accidentally turned off Chain Bridge Road into the main entrance of the CIA, instead of on to Georgetown Pike, the next light down. I had long heard that if you did this, you would get in an awful lot of trouble with base security and that you'd be saddled with a heavy fine. Well, this wasn't the case: there is a turnaround just short of the main gate, with a sign on it that comes about as close as it can to saying, "Get the hell out of here, ya loser" without actually doing so. Otherwise, nobody bothered with us. However, I'm sure the place is crawling with surveillance and that even now photos of the ol' jeep and copies of my license and registration are working their way around some sooper-sekret filing system.

So what was the conversation that caused me to forget where I was? Well, I don't want to say too much just yet, but Father M should stand by for an email: we need to talk.

Posted by Robert at September 2, 2007 04:15 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Any time Robbo.

Posted by: Father M. at September 3, 2007 06:49 AM

LOL!!! But is THIS really Father M. or some CIA guy pretending to be Father M.? And if it is really Father M., is this related to the E-mess??? We stand by waiting on pins and needles for more details!!!

And now, are the rest of us under investigation because of your field trip? Man, this could get messy!

Posted by: JB in Florida at September 3, 2007 10:46 AM

Once when I was riding my motorcycle down to Presidio, I missed my turnoff to River Road. I made a careful u-turn in front of US Customs, only nobody noticed. They only saw me going away and thought I had run around the check point.

I stopped for gas a couple of minutes later, and heard "Freeze!" just as I was starting to fuel up. I turned around to see a Presidio town cop with his gun drawn and pointed at me!!! I just about pissed myself.

The Customs agents got there a few minutes later, and I explained what had happened. The supervisor just shook his head and said, "You know, we're at an orange alert status today." They let me go.

That I was riding a $20K Beemer and not a Harley definately helped my case, I think.

Posted by: Hucbald at September 3, 2007 11:53 AM

Fight it Robbo...Father M. is going to make you shoot a manequin and start calling yourself "Jason Bourne."

Posted by: Steve the LLamabutcher at September 3, 2007 01:28 PM

The waterboarding in the baptismal font is especially rough, I hear.

Robbo, if you're making the big jump, I'm truly happy for you -- and for us. I do think it is where you belong. And, like Reagan with the Democrats, I think you can truly say that you didn't leave the Episcopal church -- the Episcopal Church left you.

Chesterton, as always, seems appropriate:

"The Catholic Church is the only thing which saves a man from the degrading slavery of being a child of his age."

Although, as I was telling my wife tonight, my joy about this potential development is tempered by a great deal of sadness, because I think the Anglican church as it was in the turn of the previous century was a great civilizing force in the world. I do not doubt that it saved many souls, for it believed 98% of what my church believed. I would rather know that the Catholic church had allies in the the fight against the moral relativism and apostasy of our age; and I always thought of the Lutherans and the Anglicans as being allies against a common foe -- or should I say "the Common Foe", for as Paul tells us in Ephesians 6:12, we know what we fight. That so many people are rallying around Rome these days heartens me in one sense, but also worries me in another -- for in the common fight, as Elrond says in the movie, our "list of allies grows thin." To be in Rome is to be in a mighty fortress; but to be in Rome is also to be against the world.

But I cannot worry about the world, or about churches, for I am but a footsoldier. I can only worry about my friends. Come to Rome and you will not be disappointed; though as manby have said, it's a lot bigger on the insider than on the outside, and you'll still have to find a home within it. In many ways, crossing the Tiber is just a beginning. And in other ways, you'll wonder if it is indeed the Tiber you've crossed, or if it is the Rubicon.

Posted by: The Colossus at September 4, 2007 12:49 AM

Steve-o,
You have us mixed up with the Unitarians. We're the ones with the albino monk hit squad they are the mid erasers...

Posted by: Father M. at September 4, 2007 08:18 PM