Jesus on the Dashboard
In the last few days I haven’t traveled much further than my office chair. Work loads have risen to DEFCON 4, the Orange Goblin of productivity demands devout dedication to the tasks at hand. Lucky for me the UPS man delivered a sixer box of Soy Crisps bags two days ago. As there’s little else in the refrigerator right now the Seven Day Soy Crisps Diet Plan is in full swing.

Tore myself away long enough to get the mail yesterday. Opened a package to learn that I have become a member of the Sacred Heart Auto League. I’m always ready for a little salvation. Why just the other day I thought I saw the image of the Virgin Mary in the blackened toe nail of my right foot. I have matching ‘black toe’ on both of the ‘piggy’s who go to market’ – war wounds I received last Halloween, when I wore white brunswick loafers that were three sizes too small. A dedicated follower of fashion like myself can always use a patron saint or two.

As a member of the Sacred Heart Auto League I am instructed to recite the ‘Driver’s Prayer’ whenever I get into my vehicle. The Driver’s Prayer starts: “Sacred Heart of Jesus, grant me a steady hand and watchful eye, that none be hurt as I pass by”.