Up and out of my Denver hotel … breakfast at a rather hip and trendy restaurant near St John’s Cathedral … participated as a panelist in a discussion of “Catholic implications of same-sex marriage” (I was the designated “conservative” and didn’t really say anything I haven’t said many times before) … changed into my traveling attire (I don’t usually wear clericals when I fly) and headed to the airport … returned my rental car … checked my bag … had an expensive burger for lunch (is there any other kind at an airport?) … flew to Chicago … sat in the bar at the United Club and watched to Cubs lose to the Cardinals, who enjoyed an assist from the home-plate umpire’s very liberal interpretation of the strike zone whenever the Cubs were batting … caught the 9:15 flight to SPI and pulled into my driveway at 10:30.
