As mentioned, the last Sunday of July (yeah, we're behind again) is the feast day of the Hill of Crosses. So there was a big crowd and church guys in purple robes and stuff. My favorite part was the grassy confession field, where they had set up crowd control barriers and a few pairs of folding chairs. Everything I know about Catholicism I learned from TV, wherein the anonymity of confession is a key plot device of many of the Father Dowling Mysteries. But I guess Tom Bosley was lying to me because these looked like totally legit confessions happening out in the middle of a grassy field. Speaking of learning from TV, hopefully nobody dispatched a lip-reader to keep tabs on the sins of the outdoor confessors.
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