I was in New York during the Pope’s latest visit and when I got back to Boston, I mentioned the terrific adoration shown by the many, many Catholics who came out to see him ride around in his Popemobile. Many had worked themselves into a frenzy, with tears running down their face, reaching out for him.
“I don’t get it, honey. He’s just a man whose been chosen as the Church’s mouthpiece,” I said to Kristin over dinner. “They’re worshiping him as if he were God himself.”
“Kevin, think about how you’d feel if you’d been able to meet Jack Kirby.”
“Oh, that’s not fucking fair.“