I can remember, at age fourteen, the visit of John Paul II to Washington, D.C. in 1979. His helicopter landed on the National Mall near where the WWII Memorial is now. “Here come the pushers,” grumbled one woman at the rope line as my grandmother and I, both of us Methodists who appreciated this historical moment, squeezed into the crowd.
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