Started sketching out the somewhat autobiographical novel and the memories are exploding.One vivid one is driving to Holy Trinity parish the first time. Nervous and excited I left my family home in Jersey City and drove to Westfield. Once on the Parkway the traffic stopped dead. In the rear view mirror I could see the flashing lights of a police car in the shoulder .As he passed me he came to a screeching halt backed up at great neck speed and rolled down his window. He somehow had spotted my collar.”Follow me Father there is an accident ‘Speeding beyond my driving ability I raced to the scene of the accident. Fortunately it was only a fender bender and once cleared we all went our merry way. In about five minutes traffic stopped dead again and my new found friend came searching for me and with my heart in my mouth I whizzed like lightning in the shoulder to the accident. Again there were no major injuries so my services were not needed .This time I got out of the car and said”Officer I am on my way to my first assignment and would appreciate it if you would let me get there in one piece.” He laughed and said “OK Father but I am putting you on the list for future chaplaincy.”