Jim Foster

Sure the call came when you were in the tub, but you wouldn’t have violated the rules all that much had you wrapped a towel around yourself and combed your hair.

The Pope wrote me to ask that if I must jog, I not jog by the convents.

Even Premier Doug must bulldoze his way home occasionally and moan, “Karla, I’m afraid I acted like a dictatorial control freak today.”

“Oddly enough no one seemed all that interested, even when I took my shirt off and fanned my armpits …”