I locked eyes w/ PJP2
Was living by myself in a filthy apartment on Capitol Hill here in Denver when the Pope visited a few years ago for some youth conference. My apartment was two blocks away from the Catholic church where the Pope was staying. To commemorate the event, a free local paper provided instructions on how to fold one of its pages into a Pope hat (I believe the proper name is 'miter'), which I did, while eating lunch and drinking Sapporos at the Japanese bowl restaurant which was across the street from this church. Happened to walk outside, and into the crowd, wearing my Pope hat, and yelling at the top of my lungs, to no one in particular, "Look at me! I'm the Pope!" just as the motorcade was passing. The boisterous crowd of youthful Catholics quieted to cricket level and everyone was looking at me as the white limo drove by. And through the darkly tinted windows I could see John looking right at me with a somewhat dismayed, disapointed expression.
(3vilToast, Fri 25 Feb 2005, 1:26, Reply)