“You know, it always rains on Good Friday, right?” said Gus.
It was after the lunch period at St. Joseph’s, and Gus Kordik, Frank Oberle, Johnny Mathis and I were hiding behind the high school’s incinerator sharing a Lucky Strike and planning our time off from school tomorrow. We had to attend Mass in the morning, but classes afterwards would be dismissed.
Frank often mocked Gus’s improbable revelations, as when Gus swore a saint had appeared to him through his bedroom curtains one night. When Frank asked him why a saint would visit a short chubby guy with glasses who played goalie, Gus said matter of factly that it was well-known, for example, that the Blessed Virgin made herself visible to ordinary folks or the poor…