Saturday afternoons the confessionals were always open at St. Joseph's Church. After papers, I'd drop by and check out the lines. Usually, they were short, four or five in line in front of you. However, the Saturday before Easter the lines were 20 deep. Lots of 'catching up', I guess. Swearing was always a biggie for me. I got off easy. You know three Our Fathers and two Hail Marys, and I was on my way. Somedays though, I got distracted with dimes in my pocket and journeyed over to the side chapel and the small, red votive candles display. My grandfather had died recently, and if I had extra dimes, I'd plop one in the slot and light a flickering light for him. While out West, my sister and I lit candles for my Dad on his birthday at The Grotto. We bought candles at the gift shop and then placed them near the beautiful outside altar. Life has changed. Candles too. These were $6 a candle. I'd need a lot of dimes.