tomorrow is Dorothy Day’s birthday. like so many good things in my life, i first heard of her in the living room at the Wells’ house in SE. here was a family who loved each other and loved God and were serious about their faith. and here on their coffeetable was a copy of the Catholic Worker, a periodical that at 1 cent a copy even a very poor college girl could afford. i promptly wrote and became a subscriber.
a few months ago, just after Nicolas was born, our copy got delivered to a house down by Cathedral Park by mistake. the man, also a longtime subscriber, knocked on our door and delivered our paper. he said he wanted to see another “worker” in St Johns. i was nursing the baby at the time and only overheard the conversation. i’d be curious to see a fellow worker too.