I knew mostly Discalced Carmelites, Franciscan and Jesuit radicals long on the Berrigans and short on Rome, liberation theologians and firebrand priests and nuns masquerading as quiet parish votaries, as a child.
I had the good fortune of continued correspondence with Fr. Berrigan, over the course of a number of years, until the retirement home no longer took my calls.
I think I lucked out.
And when it came to sex scandals, Father H fell in love and courted his mistress for the better part of twenty years, til the Vatican rats caught on and kicked him to the curb. Sister C left orders, entire, for the husband she still has.
I think I lucked out.
Crow's Eye: Maintaining a commitment to Pointless Acrimony™ and Hate Filled Invective™! Also available in corvid mischief and traditional sly dog's mistrust.
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