an urban guerrilla Easter

I was just reflecting on what a great day we had today, in the midst of and despite all the snow we had in town and on the near west side. We are lucky enough to live right on the bus line, so we were able to mitigate our road risk and take the 79 right downtown to Starbucks on West 6th (which does not shovel and refuses to shovel its walks, by the way, even when called on it) to wait on the 10 AM Easter brunch at The ChopHouse, and it was good. We then still had time to catch the 326 up to East Ninth Street for the 1215 Easter Sunday mass, which the rector of the cathedral, Father Edward Estok, celebrated in a very elegant ceremony, replete with brass. It was a remarkable celebration. Then, dallying on the way out, we got to introduce ourselves and talk for a few minutes to the new Bishop of Cleveland, Richard G. Lennon. The 326 then took us back to Public Square, and the 79 dropped us off back home on Denison by 2:30 PM. We got to savor a lot of Cleveland, and that too, was good. We'll have to run this routine more often. It was a great way to spend a leisurely Sunday.