14 Dec MED_004
As we’re walking down the sidewalk, we notice a black car pull up alongside us. First we think this is someone who knows Br. Jim, someone who wants a rosary, a prayer, a hello. But they sit there, waiting, not moving. We walk along, but the car reverses, keeping pace with us. Then I notice the guy in the driver’s seat holding up his phone — they just want a photo. Br. Jim’s used to this, and he gladly goes over to stand for a proper photo. “I thought you were an exorcist or something,” the guy says, wondering what on earth this crazy man was doing walking through Back of the yards wearing an ankle-length patched-together robe of rags.