I often smile when I think of my wonderful friend Jack Murphy who died in 1970 in an auto accident. One night at 3 a.m. I answered the phone and a woman asked to speak to Father Murphy. I asked her if it was an emergency, because he was sleeping. She told me that whenever she had a problem she spoke to her husband, her psychiatrist, her boyfriend or Father Murphy. Tonight she was undecided ,so she put their names in a hat and pulled out the one that had Father Murphy’s name. I asked her to hold the phone, and walked down to Jack’s room. I entered and shook him. I said ‘wake up Jack you won a raffle.”