It’s annoying. I got another copy today of Joan Carroll Cruz’s Eucharistic Miracles, a typical collection of credulous fables about crackers behaving oddly, and I don’t need any more. This very silly book sent someone back about $16.50, plus postage, and it was a total waste since I already have several copies, and I just laugh at each of the ridiculous stories, anyway.
I’m going to get rid of them, though. I’m going to bring one copy along with me on my trip to Kearney, Nebraska tomorrow, and the first person to tell me he reads the blog and wants this book will get it. I’ll even desecrate it with my signature, if you want.
I’ll also bring a copy with me to Philadelphia next week, same rules.
I am not coming home with this trash. If nobody wants ’em, they’ll find their way into a hotel dumpster. Take note, devout Catholics: if you keep sending me this kind of stuff, it will just end up in a landfill somewhere, or worse, in the hands of laughing heathens.