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In the crypt of St.Francis’ tomb, in fact. And taken yesterday, not today, by City Commissioner Randy Leonard, who is vacationing in Italy:
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Here is a photo taken surreptitiously of St. Francis’s crypt….it is dark but if you blow it up you can see his stone crypt in the doorway beneath the light….it as good as could be done without flash and in violation of Papal law.
Buon Giorno
Randy
Born the son of a prominent businessman in 1181, Francis was quite the character. Here’s what I plagiarized from Wikipedia:Rebellious toward his father’s business and pursuit of wealth, Francis spent most of his youth lost in books (ironically, his father’s wealth did afford his son an excellent education, and he became fluent in reading several languages including Latin). He was also known for drinking and enjoying the company of his many friends, who were usually the sons of nobles. His displays of disillusionment toward the world that surrounded him became evident fairly early, one of which is shown in the story of the beggar. In this account, he found himself out having fun with his friends one day when a beggar came along and asked for alms. While his friends ignored the beggar’s cries, Francis gave the man everything he had in his pockets. His friends quickly chided and mocked him for his act of charity, and when he got home, his father scolded him in a rage.Inspirational, eh? Thanks, Commissioner Leonard! And over-enthusiastically, here’s the blown-up coffin:
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I hope Randy brings me back a Saint's bone.