Tomorrow is June 6th. which all my life was my Feast Day. It was no great big thing but everybody would wish me a Happy Feast Day and we had a special meal at home and a small gift or two. I liked my Feast Day. Truth be told, I even felt a secret pleasure in the fact that the landing of the Allied Forces in Normandy took place on June 6th. 1944. No connection evidently, but nevertheless a certain modicum of pride.
And then, the Catholic church moved things around for what reason, I'll never know, and all of a sudden, my Feast Day was kicked back to cold February on the 15th. (small consolation to be placed right after St. Valentin, on the 14th., getting the dregs as it were). And on June 6th., they installed Norbert in my place. Sic transit...
Well, tomorrow I'll be opening a bottle of California champagne to my good health, out of habit, and come to think of it, I might as well have another one next February 15th. out of respect for my Patron Saint, just in case.
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