Tropical Storm Francis – Part Two

I believe I promised y’all a Pope. And some nuns. Strap in. Obviously, my same secular disclaimers apply.

You see me waiting.

You see me waiting.

After Sunday morning brunch, and dire warnings from local new casters about two hour waits at the check points, we were off to the cattle chutes corrals lines to get through security and onto the Parkway to possibly, maybe, if we were lucky, see the Pope.  Continue reading