"I love it when a plan comes together." (Revisited)

Miss Stimpson (God forbid this flower of Catholic womanhood should ever be addressed as "Ms"!) comes back at Victor Lams of Et Cetera with a five-point plan for the reform of the Church.

Either is preferable to "traveling to Boston for a pep rally." But the dear lady seriously underestimates the movement of those who "quit their jobs, pack up their house, leave their friends and move to Steubenville." The counrtyside to the west of that fair city has become the seeding ground for a Catholic agrarian movement, comprised mostly of homeschooling families. This is particularly the case in the next county over, Harrison, one of the poorest per capita in Ohio. You can count on one hand the number of traffic lights. And the greatest sign of urban encroachment to date, is the plan to build a Kroger supermarket just outside of Cadiz, the county seat.

But the greatest sign of hope is a little town known as, appropriately enough, Hopedale. There was this woman who was found to have breast cancer. Living on the products from a small farm, combined with a subsistance income, she and her husband were without health insurance. The town held a spaghetti dinner at the local firehouse, with a silent auction and who-knows-what-all, to raise enough money for her treatment. These kind folk did the same once again, for a mother and daughter with identical brain tumors. I was there.

I'm not making this up, Miss Emmy. Wanna go for a drive?