If you Google his name you’ll come up empty. A priest who served from his ordination in the late ‘30s till his death in the early '70s, as children we knew him only as a tall, stern-looking authority figure. And yet there’s a picture of him in an album, shirtless and a ringer for Clark Gable, on a fishing trip in the ‘40s. It was said his first love was the outdoors.
His second love was a parish of his own. And the priest who gave up most of his outdoors time was too good an academic and the bishop assigned him to overseeing and studying catholic schools. He disliked it, but did it uncomplainingly, confiding only in his sister. He finally got his wish of being a simple parish priest a couple years before he died. His reward is great in Heaven.