Homily

“Get in the dumpster, Ricky!” Dad motioned for me to rise from my slumped position in the front seat of our car and join him. I weighed my options, and chose the one that satisfied him, for I felt that I owed him for adopting me, and I still hungered for his affection. I exited the car and Dad lifted me into the grocery store’s dumpster. Dumpster diving was nothing new for him. Dad often stopped at dumpsters to sniff out a good deal…