One of our customers bought all our cheese scraps to melt and create his own cheese.
Another customer was a very sad woman, who was the sister of one of our most colorful regulars. He told us that she had spent several years in a concentration camp. She was difficult to wait on as she didn't trust anyone. Understandable.
Pansy and her son were well known in the market. Pansy always wore a hat. Her son wore white shoes, a seafair hat and a suit coat. His skin was always extremely red. They spent a lot of time at St. James Cathedral, always sat in the front row with an empty camera.
When Pansy died her son was unable to keep the apartment clean . He was about to be evicted when a group from St. James including Raymond Hunthausen cleaned up the mess. Hunthausen scraped layers of crud out of the toilet bowl.
This act of humility and kindness was certainly a step towards sainthood.
The Archbishop was at St. Stephen's later that year and I mentioned to him that my bathroom needed cleaning.(Thinking back ,I can't believe I said that.) He was a good sport about it and said, " I was afraid that would get out."
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