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Fr. Michael Harrington, assistant director of the Office for Vocations of the Archdiocese of Boston, leads participants in adoration and benediction.
The Annual Boston Eucharistic Congress for College Students and Young Adults took place in Boston's historic North End on Friday, April 23, and Saturday, April 24, 2010. This year it had the theme of "Be Set Apart" and included speakers, service projects, the sacrament of Reconciliation, and a Eucharistic procession through the streets of the North End. More information at www.eucharisticcongress.org
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Anna Barrett,
S Paula Mary Palasz,
Shannon McKenzie.
Back Row: Sarah Beedle,
Lauren Killmeyer,
Lauren Gault
Fr. John Denning, C.S.C. preparing for mass.
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On Wednesday, June 21, 2017 at the Cathedral of Saint Andrew, Bishop David Walkowiak ordained Dean Vernon, Dennis Rybicki and Lance Walters to the permanent diaconate. Friends, family, clergy and religious were present to support and celebrate with each new deacon and their families. Learn more on the diocesan website: bit.ly/DOGROrdinations2017
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During Mass for the 28th Sunday in Ordinary Time at the Cathedral of Saint Andrew on Oct. 9, 2022, the Diocese honored in a special way the sacred vocation of marriage as Bishop David Walkowiak celebrated the annual Wedding Anniversary Mass. Among the congregation and our online and TV Mass viewership were couples celebrating milestone anniversaries this year from parishes throughout the 11-county diocese. The liturgy included a blessing for married couples. A reception at Cathedral Square Center was held following the Mass.
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I grew up in Lowestoft in Suffolk, through my formative years, it was a busy town, lots of industry, and at times more jobs than people.
I was expected to follow in my Father's footsteps into the shipbuilding industry. He was a senior shop steward in one of the unions, and life seemed pretty certain.
Then in 1979, Margaret Thatcher came to power and for whatever reason, the old heavy, mostly nationalised industries were cut loose from State support.
Lowestoft had two shipyards, two canning factories, a Bally shoe factory, a TV factory among many others. One by one they closed down.
Only the Bird's-Eye frozen food factory and the TV factory, then taken over by Sanyo remained.
By the mid-80s, many of us having just left school had few local prospects, the town felt like it was dying, and for us, there was precious little entertainment.
Letters were written to the Lowestoft Journal about the lack of what became "indie" music, as the concrete box on stilts which was the South Pier would hold concerts by mostly rock bands like Budge, Motorhead and weekly nights hosted by the Radio Caroline Roadshow.
So, the owner arranged an indie night in the summer of 1986: new band, The Wedding Present supported by Age of Chance were booked, and would play on July 17th.
I was expecting lots of people, dozens maybe not hundreds. But on the night, I walked to the door and asked if the gig was on.
It was.
I counted barely ten people in the audience, the members of the two bands and their roadies easily outnumbered the fans.
Another indie night never came. And soon the South Pier itself would be pulled down, as bad as it was, but the major convert venue in town was lost.
It had been 39 years, two months and three weeks since I saw The Wedding Present, but they were playing Dover on Sunday. I had tickets and had invited former colleague, peter, to come along.
Before then, much to tell.
Back to the gym first thing. Up at half six and climbing on the bike at half seven, to cycle round twilight San Francisco while my phone reached the end of the music selection and began again from ASWAD.
That done, back home for a brew and listen to the radio before having a late breakfast, quickly followed by bacon butties shortly before midday.
This was because the Derby between Norwich and Ipswich was rejoined, the Blues having been relegated, and the police insisting on a midday kick off.
It had been over 16 years since Town beat us, pre-dating me joining Vestas in 2010.
Town had high hopes, we City fans had dread, as it seemed that our long run was sure to end.
And end it did.
An even first half ended with Town 2-1 up thanks to a worldie just before half time, but in the second half, Town scored a third, and the game was up.
There was a knock on the door, and when opened it was Di and Steve who live opposite. Steve was carrying a plastic box.
Did I thin what was in it was an Asian Hornet?
Inside was a large black wasp, well, mostly black, with a single yellow band on it abdomen and clearly bright yellow legs.
I checked online for the Government resource for the Asian or Yellow egged Hornet, and it was.
The Asian Hornet is an aggressive alien species that predates our native bees and wasps, and has no predator here. The aim is to eradicate them before they get beyond the south east of England.
I do a search and fill in the details on the Government portal. Add a shot I took with my phone, and sent it off.
An e mail arrived stating I would hear shortly.
I gave it little thought as there was more football to watch, the dinner to cook before having a shower and being ready for seven for the gig.
Jools dropped me at Cullen's Yard where Peter was waiting, making slow work of a pint, then munching his was through a roast beef dinner.
We caught up, then walked over the new bridge and along Townwall Street to the old Harbour Station, now the Booking Hall, were ticked off the list and found that the band would be on in five minutes.
Only issue was that there were already 250 people in before us, and there was only just room for us to get in.
And then the heat hit.
Despite being October, it was roasting, then once the band came on and played a few numbers, I was sweating.
So i took two breaks outside. I could hear them just the same, as the band went through their forty year back catalogue . In reverse order.
It worked well. Only it was so hot. Even the band remarked on it.
It was all over by ten twenty, so we walked back along Townwall Street, over the bridge to his car, and then back home up Jubilee Way before he dropped me off at the end of the street.
I was shattered.
And thirsty.
So after testing and feeding Scully, and fed Cleo and Poppy, I opened a can of chocolate stout and sat down to see what madness had been going on in the world.