Happy Easter

Happy Easter Sunday to those of you who know and care what it represents. Jesus' resurrection of course! And what a fine one it was. When I was little, growing up in a Catholic family and going to Catholic school most of my life, I was always very confused about Jesus. And, as for Easter-- I remember one morning getting scolded by my mom because she thought that me and my sisters didn't know enough about Jesus- and that all we cared about was the Easter Bunny and candy.

At the time, it made me feel really guilty. In retrospect however, I realize- what else should we have been concerned with? We were kids-- had Jesus ever given me an amazing basket of chocolate rabbits and jelly beans? Or sent me on an awesome hunt where all I would find was candy? Or painted eggs with me on the back porch with my sisters?

No-- Jesus was never around for all that fun. I suppose though-- in his defense he was probably too busy dying for my sins to make the hunt.

In any event, I have a new adult tradition of celebrating the resurrection of Jesus. It is what me and my friends call a "Whiskey Egg Hunt". It is pretty much what the title sounds like. Plastic eggs are hidden all around a park or friends back yard- some are filled with candy-- some are filled with whiskey. The tradition holds that if you find a whiskey egg- you have to yell out "Whiskey Egg"-- and shoot it right there on the spot-- no exceptions-- punishment is crucifixion.

Unfortunately, this year I am too far from Boston (Approx. 3,000 miles) to make the hunt--- and I have yet to find a cadre of Whiskey Egg Hunt disciples out here- maybe next year.

Happy Easter Everyone!! Don't drink too many whiskey eggs!