My father had a small printshop...

So reading about the business doldrums of
Jeff Culbreath really gets to me. I wish we had some printing to order. But for now all I can offer are prayers and a bleg:

Therefore I have just one request of my readers: If you work for an organization that needs printing, or if you know someone who does, please consider using a hungry little Catholic printer Sacramento, California. 


I know that life is no bowl of cherries for many people working in the big corporate world. I won’t imply that my childhood was scarred by the ups and downs of my father’s business (OK...I have to admit that I was blessed in many ways...not just having my parents around more than other kids did, but having access to a lot of artistic and graphic advantages that just weren’t available to other kids back in the pre-desk-top-publishing, everybody-has-a-computer-at-home 1960’s and 70's) But I do remember knowing that many things were dependent on how business was going and there were times when the care showed on my parents’ faces. They were honest with us, without dumping too many details on our shoulders. But a perceptive kid can tell how things are when Mom has a bit of a twitch while opening the dentist bill. And you pick up on the ‘code’ that the folks use to communicate about which bills will be paid this week and which to hold off on until the bigger debtors get that check in the mail. I guess that’s why I kind of chuckle when I hear people complaining about living on a ‘fixed income.’ There was no fixed income in the Smith house when I was growing up. Some years were very, very good. Others were slim indeed.

I’ll be keeping the Culbreath’s in my prayers.