tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8344128813987247767.post9173461820540888791..comments2023-06-19T04:11:31.470-04:00Comments on Kent Kapers II: Pleasurs of FleshGuenveur in Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08578506650432170771noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8344128813987247767.post-27931713279724173732010-12-09T09:26:00.946-05:002010-12-09T09:26:00.946-05:00I so well remember you on the guitar doing "E...I so well remember you on the guitar doing "Eat his body, drink his blood ... and we'll sing a song of love, Allelu Allelu Allelu-ooo-ya!" I have an LP of folk Mass songs that I listen to sometimes while I iron, Talk about a blast from the past. -- Roger J.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14804863216530386035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8344128813987247767.post-22504253182870402662010-11-30T15:38:38.737-05:002010-11-30T15:38:38.737-05:00See, Ma, how not liking meat as a kid spared me th...See, Ma, how not liking meat as a kid spared me that whole "no meat on Friday" agony? Never had to worry about it, not once. Well, OK, so I could not have bacon with breakfast, but I could still have a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice and be quite happy, or a PBJ sandwich in my lunch any day of the week and be a happy camper, never to worry about an accidental bologna sandwich in my lunch on Fridays. So there was some virtue growing up Catholic and not liking meat!SallyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02866119113767406408noreply@blogger.com