iPad users: Best viewed in iBooks. A THOUSAND HAIL MARYS TO FLORIDA 1 Sometimes I like to picture an event in the way I imagine God sees it. My friend and I take our places on the crowd- ed dance fl oor. How can you pass up a chance to crash a plate on the fl oor? I’m in Kansas City at a Greek res- taurant. Dancing. Laughing. My son is in Florida. He’s high again. Driving deep into a high-crime area hold- ing the belief he can rip off a drug dealer. He tries to pass a wad of cash, six $1 bills, to the dealer and take the drugs simultaneously. The sea- soned dealer knows the gig. A gun is pulled, the car speeds off, shots are fi red. Four bul- lets hit the car, one travels through the taillight, the back seat, the front seat into my son’s back. I wonder what God saw? I wonder if the shots coincided with my crashing plate? A THOUSAND HAIL MARYS TO FLORIDA 2 BY KELLY DYER FRY Vice President of News and Information, OPUBCO Communications Group
[email protected] y heels click against the tile as I walk uniform for Catholic School. He’s 12 years down the hall toward my son’s bed- old and standing at the front of the church Mroom. I’m still in my suit from work. on Christmas Eve, swaying. He always sways Wanted to get in a half day at least. I work for when he sings. “Midnight silence calm as a media company as a vice president.