Monday, September 14, 2009

Bicycling in New England

Greetings to all my friends,

I know that I promised to write on this blog every day... and if you've been following that sort of hasn't happened. For that I apologize... and will try to do better.

So what has been going on since we've last chatted. Well, quite a bit actually... so hold on tight its going to get fast here!

The other day I asked if there was anyone who had a bicycle and this community here at Sacred Heart in Waltham, MA and immediately I was offered one. What a great gift! Thanks to the good people who made that happen. Because of this, I am now able to start riding around town and getting to know my way through these strange driving habits of New England.

As I mentioned before, the people here are very nice... that is until they get behind the wheel of a car. At that point these nice people turn into demons... plunging their way through whatever is in their way. Whether that is a traffic light, a corner (no directional lights necessary), or even a young (at least in my mind), holy (again in my mind) priest who is trying to get through a cross walk. I have never come closer to death (yes, I am exaggerating, but only a little bit) more often than I have in the last week.

Still, the riding has been a great blessing for me and I'm grateful for everyone who helped me out.

Alright... this ends the first installment for today... the next will be coming in a little bit.

You are all in my prayers.

Fr. John


  1. A great chuckle b/c there is no place that I dispise driving more. People behind the wheel of a motor vehical in Mass. are crazy!!! Keep those eyes in the back of your head WIDE open!!!

  2. So you have to love small towns...Did you read what happened to me a couple of weeks ago? I bought a helmet while Olivia was here...have I worn it since? I went head first over my handle bars the last time I road...Landed on my head. Suggestion...Helmet...helmet...helmet..

  3. Ahhh Fr J welcome to the wonderful world of living and trying to navigating the great roads of Massachusetts my home state. Imagine learning to drive at the tender age of 16 here. Course you haven't lived until you try to navigate Rte 3/93 during rush hour (6-9 am and 3-7 pm) and that was BEFORE the 'big dig'.

    It will be interesting to read more of your take on Massachuestts and the area I still call home in your comming blogs.

    God Bless