Yesterday, as the boys got haircuts, I read in a stray, Trenton paper laying about the barber shop this advice column. I laughed nervously because I became aware about ten days ago that the editor of my diocese's newspaper made a radical change:

When I landed in the Kansas City airport last month, I nearly walked up to the first cowboy I saw and said, "Do you know how good it is to see a cowboy hat?"

Not to sound New Jersey's horn too loudly ... as I'm a reluctant transplant myself, making the best of it ... cowboy hats may be found here ... at least on all-American holidays!

Missing your column in the paper each week but wishing you all God's best. Praying for you.