Not to pry into why, but
at the time, was it war ?

Mine was.



?

Unbeknownst to me, my father had connections
with the head father in the parish, who was on
close terms with the Pope, having talked him, the
Pope, into letting some scientists snip off some
samples of their ‘Shroud’.

He wrote some books about it.

A priest has gotta generate outside income; you
know, Bingo n Carnival n Book sales n stuff…

Anyway, when I arrived at the head of the line at
the Jax station, the guy asked some questions
and sent me to a room to wait for a few hours…
like seven. Then another guy told me to leave n
I would hear from them. I did, and didn’t, so I
let it ride as their error… I had friends n kin
who went in and came back… different

Father Peter Rinaldi!

https://archive.org/details/maninshroudstudy0000rina

He had a life-size replica of the “Holy Shroud”
Installed in a little room, just off the right of
the entrance by the steps that went up to the
Bell Tower. The was a little place where the
people could kneel and worship and adore
the shroud, or the replica, or whatever they
have in their mind they are doing-

He baptized me and did all the Catholic stuff
as we were each growing older. I just found
out, unlike me, he was a twin