You know back in 1979 when the Pope came to Boston, I was dating a state trooper that was assigned to Gov. King. When we met up that night at our usual hangout he was kidding people about shaking his hand and his meeting the Pope rubbing off on them. One guy turned to me and commented that he had shook the hand that shook the Pope's hand. Or something along those lines. I replied that I had kissed the lips that had kissed the Pope's ring.
So by Caroline Kennedy's standards, I should be able to ask Cardinal O'Malley to make me a Monsignor. *You know.*
Go home Caroline. Your father and Uncle Bobby were great men. It doesn't grant you a Senate seat.
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