My friend Greg and I were walking down 5th Avenue in Manhattan, I was nineteen years old. We were near St. Patrick’s Cathedral, when walking past us in the opposite direction was a clergyman wearing a violet zucchetto. Greg and I  turned to each other and said simultaneously, “Was that”? Just then the clergyman turned the corner and we ran after him, pursued by a NYC policeman. We caught up with him, and I said, “Bishop Sheen”? He smiled, acknowledged it was him, and the cop backed off. I was immediately struck by his stature. On televisio...

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