When my son Bene was only three years old, he was already a brilliant philosopher-theologian.   Because

    One day, I was giving a retreat to a bunch of bigwig executives.         As a whole,

  “I wish I…(gasp) didn’t start… (gasp) smoking at the… (gasp) age of seventeen…(gaaaaaaaasp!)”   It was tiring to just

  “Where are you in the photo, son?”          I was just five years old.  I showed Dad my

         Have you ever wondered if fish drank water?          I know what you’re thinking.      

         Have you recently dined in a five-star restaurant?   Let me refresh your memory.   First,