the catholicTV network
Maps said that my trip would be twenty minutes from Cambridge, so I allowed for thirty minutes. I followed the directions and ended up at the supposed location of CatholicTV networks. However, there was no sign, no apparent entrance, and no people. There were no satellite dishes or any markers that a national television network was at the address. It was just an old, brick office building. My gut reaction was that I had typed in the wrong address, but another quick Google Map search kept pointing me to this location. I got out of the car and walked into the office building. I saw a dentist, a law firm, and an insurance company—no CatholicTV. Surely, the whole network had not gone under in the two weeks since I had made my appointment. Wouldn’t Fr. Reed have notified a potential “show pitcher” that, well, there is no more TV station? This crazy thought quickly passed, as fear now set in that I was at the wrong address. Technology had failed me, and I had exactly seven minutes to get to the actual CatholicTV. When all else fails, obviously a son calls his mother. She had been to the studios before, and in my frantic state, I thought she could help. She said she knew where it was and that if I could get to the CVS drugstore, she could direct me from there. That’s like saying to a man lost in the forest, “If you can find a pine tree, I can direct you out of the forest.” The only company more ubiquitous in the Boston area than CVS was Starbucks Coffee. Five minutes passed, then ten, then twenty. I panicked and called the CatholicTV number, letting them know I was running a little late. I blamed it on traffic, which was a problem at that time. I also was too proud to 1) admit I had gotten bad directions, and 2) ask for good
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