Father Henry . . . came in a few weeks after I became the owner and asked if I had any surprises or things happen that I wasn’t expecting. I shook my head and said “No, Father Henry. After 13 years I think I’ve pretty much handled every situation. But you know what? Some mornings, I look in the mirror, slap my palm to my forehead, and say “What the hell was ya’ thinkin?!!”. He put his arm around my shoulders, leaned his head on mine, and said “You’re going to be just fine!!” He was right.