Scenes from a Rainy Sunday in Early December

Mass was at eleven, with baptism to follow. Six minutes after kickoff, the Bears were down a touchdown to the visiting Cardinals; the game started at noon. Several stories would note fans at Soldier Field were too wet and miserable to get behind chants of “Fire Nagy!” A little before Leo’s welcome into the faith, I asked a friend to check on the Hall of Fame vote; nothing till night, he answered. I was betting on Minnie Minoso if for no other reason the New York Times had done a story on him not long ago. Clare booked a room in Forest Park for a post-christening brunch. The Bears kept falling further and further behind; four interceptions from your quarterback will do that. The food was good, and dessert, too. As ever, my daughter insisted on taking a picture of the cake before allowing it to be cut. Her son will learn this is a thing with his mother. We got home, I read the papers. Around seven, Clare texted that Minoso had gotten in. So did Jim Kaat. Miracles never cease.