"In defense of Andrew Greeley".
Andy walked into the restaurant wearing a beautiful parka with a great hood and carrying loads of his books, which he offered to me and Bill as gifts. I was twenty-eight at the time, and I will confess to being a little star-struck. For the next couple of hours we talked and talked about all sorts of things: the Church, of course, but also literature, poetry, sociology, theology, Chicago sports, and politics. As Fr. Greeley talked, his eyes darted back and forth and a little grin always threatened to spread across his face.
Being with him was intoxicating.
I certainly hope Fr. Barroon means he and Andrew Greeley got drunk together, rather than the prospect that he went all gaga in the presence of a prelate who led souls into porn and apostasy.
So he 'star-struck', eh?
I knew I smelled a celebrity fetish.
I suppose it's a good thing his friend didn't introduce him to Charlie Manson.