My Uncle Buddy, 82, was found dead at home today by two loving nieces who had come to pick him up for a doctor's appointment. Uncle Bud was one of the two old coots in the family who refused to evacuate before or after Katrina. He was a menace on the roads, having once found himself on the far side of the lake without knowing how he got there. He went to daily Mass, but seems to have suffered profound scruples that kept him from ever receiving Communion. Now we pray that he enjoy profound Communion with the Lord he sought so confusedly.