There is an older gentleman at our church that reminds me of Mr. Magoo. And he cracks me up. He wears glasses, which Mr. Magoo clearly doesn’t in most pictures. And he sounds like Mr. Magoo.
And boy, does this guy crack me up. The first time I saw him, I thought he resembled Magoo a little, but then I heard him speak and sing, and I almost died. Magoo is clearly an old school gentleman who is dead set on saying the prayers as they were taught to him a hundred years ago, even though the Catholic Church has changed the wording to most of the prayers and has made a big deal about re-teaching the whole Church the new prayers. But not Magoo. He won’t have any of it. Some of the prayers he’s changed, but for the most part, he says what he wants to. Even the songs he sings aren’t always the correct words that everyone else is singing.
But he is a very nice man. He keeps to himself, and is very polite. There is also a woman that attends Mass with him sometimes. An older woman, perhaps a companion, but I don’t know. It’s cute anyway.
Oh, Magoo. You make me day every time I hear you.