He has a full head of gray hair, short on the sides, with a small wave in front. Some of us received responses, many bearing a Washington, D. I expected to hear of endless rounds of sick calls, the time needed for preparing sermons, the demands of readying young couples for marriage, and too many meetings, but Father Provost mentioned none of these. A man who had been lifting weights saw the priest taking pictures of one of the boys as he dressed in the locker room, and reported the incident to the lifeguard, and the lifeguard called the police.
Anyhow, I went in to the bishop and told him. That day, he was wearing a sports shirt and dark trousers; it was the first time I had ever seen him in anything other than clerical garb. In less than ten minutes, his court appearance was over. I could see the prayer book begin shaking in his hands. Now there was a palpable sadness in the hall, and no anger.