Guilt, Shame, & Penance (Warning: Place Tongue Firmly in Cheek)

While recognizing that this may be a bit over the head of some of the kids (and some of the adults!) who are reading this blog, it has been weighing on me, and sometimes, things just have to be said. Just bear with me (and keep a good sense of humor).

For the last three days, I've been thinking (sometimes for hours at a time, as I was driving that ribbon of highway, as Woody Guthrie so beautifully said it) that if I were Catholic, I might have to go to confession. But, as you know, I'm not Catholic. And even if I were, I don't think these things would qualify as sins, so maybe they're just confessions to the Church-of-Political-Correctness-and-New-York-Jews. Okay (deep breath). Here goes.

A few days ago (in Hastings, Nebraska), Phoebe and I needed to get a few groceries. I asked the hotel clerk where the closest grocery store was. She told me. And so....so.....so....(just say it, Robin, you'll feel better)....we shopped at Wal-Mart. There. I said it.

And then...THEN...heading out of Ogallala, Nebraska, we really needed some hearty breadstuffs for the car to supplement our breakfast of cereal. Again, we stopped at a grocery store, and I....I....I....(okay, okay)....bought Sara Lee bagels. Yes, they make something that is called bagels. They are round and they have a hole, I'll say that much.

Thanks for listening. I feel better now. I await your directions for penance.