Letter to Editor
By James J. Hankins
A six-foot five, two-hundred pounds, career āstrong armā robber spotted a five-foot six, one-hundred-and-fifty-pound man and the dark street was empty.
The āmacho manā jumped the helpless light weight man and said in a rough voice āgive me your money or I will give you the beating of your lifeā. The victim said, āyes sirā and opened his topcoat so he could reach his money. The part time, Christmas and Easter Christian robber saw the man was wearing a white clerical collar. When he looked around, he saw they were in front of a catholic church. The former altar boy said āplease forgive me Father I canāt rob you.
The priest gave the robber his blessings and then offered him a cigarette to calm his nerves. The robber said āno thank you father I gave up smoking for Lent. (smile)
