Testing for the prisoners

Well hello there everyone. I know I'm already on Live Journal and I hardly ever post there anymore--however I figured I'd test this one out as well. I already set on death row prisoner up on Live Journal but if this site is easier I'll put him or another one on here. Go to www.livejournal.com/users/osirisabuameer
So I'm joining the ranks of "Bill Clinton" and "Andy Kaufman" on blogspot, eh? :- )
So I titled this Viva il Papa! I've been thinking about the Pope a lot recently. I just had a talk with one of my uncles who studied in Rome and met the Pope a few times. Apparently, on one occasion Papa came to my uncle's seminary in Rome for a visit and brought a white goat as a gift. It was great because they got milk from the goat and kept it out with the chickens. However, the seminarians next door claimed the goat was too loud and made my uncle's community get rid of it.
Me: But didn't they know it was from Papa!?
My uncle: They didn't care who it was from! It was baa-ing all night and driving them crazy!
Also, once when my uncle's seminary was meeting the Pope, Papa was walking down the line shaking everyone's hand. No one was saying anything because there's a silly unwritten code of conduct that dictates you don't speak to the Pope unless he speaks to you. Even then, you end it quickly so he can move on. Anyway, he got to my uncle who was dressed differently than the others since he's Ukrainian. At this Papa looked startled and pleased and said, "Ah, ukraino?" So my uncle said yes, and then when Papa turned to leave, my uncle said, "How's it goin'?"
Papa spun around and smiled and said, "Ah, ukraino americano!"
Then my uncle got reprimanded later by the Italian Monseignor who was with the Pope. In broken English, Monseignor scolded: "You no say, 'How's it goin'?' to the Pope!"
At another time, my uncle's seminary had been invited to Papa's private chapel for a private Mass. Papa kneels at the front on a kneeler. My uncle was supposed to sing. So he began but he was nervous because Papa was there, so he began awfully off key and the provincial whispered harshly in Ukrainian to him : "Stop it, stop it! Papa's holding his face!" And sure enough, Papa looked miserable! But my uncle kept on until the provincial hit him with a big book!
My uncle's also my godfather. He's one special uncle let me tell you! For all the misery he caused Papa during his two years in Rome, he did get ordained by him eventually and concelebrated Mass with him (at every ordination, the new priests get to concelebrate with the bishop.)
Anyway, Papa's been on my mind, especially with his 26th anniversary recently. It's just so moving to see him bearing his sufferings courageously and inspiring the world. He really will be called Pope Saint John Paul the Great!
Viva il Papa! Viva!