Ah, those impish leprechauns! They sent me this story late on St. Patrick’s Day via my dear friend, Janis Quinn. Since I’m posting this at 11 PM my time, it’s still officially March 17 here, so I feel only a tad impish myself. I feel sure the leprechauns won’t mind — and neither, I hope, will you, because we all know that there’s never a time limit on a good story!
Why Irish Eyes Are Smiling…
While on vacation in Rome, I noticed a marble column in St. Peter’s with a golden telephone on it. As a young priest passed by, I asked who the telephone was for.
The priest told me it was a direct line to heaven, and if I’d like to call, it would be a thousand dollars. I was amazed, but declined the offer.
Throughout Italy, I kept seeing the same golden telephone on a marble column. At each, I asked about it and the answer was always the same: It was a direct line to heaven and I could call for a thousand dollars.
Then I went to Ireland.
When I finished my tour in Ireland. I decided to attend Mass at a local village church. When I walked in the door I noticed the golden telephone. Underneath it there was a sign stating: “DIRECT LINE TO HEAVEN: 25 cents.”
“Father,” I said, “I have been all over Italy and in all the cathedrals I visited, I’ve seen telephones exactly like this one. But the price was always a thousand dollars. Why is it that this one is only 25 cents?”
The priest smiled and said, “Darlin’, you’re in Ireland now. It’s a local call.”
Happy St. Patrick’s Day x 2 to all YOU little leprechauns out there!
Thanks, Janis — write on!