I treasure the time when I treated my mother to lunch at Sunshine restaurant in Dubuque, Iowa.
She went around the crowded restaurant pointing to me and proudly telling complete strangers, “That’s my son. He is a priest.”
I treasure the time when I treated my mother to lunch at Sunshine restaurant in Dubuque, Iowa.
She went around the crowded restaurant pointing to me and proudly telling complete strangers, “That’s my son. He is a priest.”