…leaving the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception, Philip and I, our friends that we are sponsoring into the Church, our parish priest and one of the members of our church who was there for support. The three military men were in uniform, looking very handsome indeed. We were just walking along the front of the basilica when one of the men said, “Newt Gingrich just got into that white car.”
Parked in front of the basilica were two tour buses and in between the two buses was a white car, but from where we were, we couldn’t see who was in it.
After a round of, “Really?”, “That white car up there?” and “No way!”, I said, “Let’s catch up and look.” So we sped up a bit and as we passed the white car, we turned to look at the passenger.
And lo and behold! there was Newt Gingrich himself.
We did what any grown up would do – we grinned and waved. Newt waved back and one of the guys started to walk closer to the car. And Newt did what anyone who finds himself being peered at by three guys in uniform, two women and a priest would do – he rolled down the window.
So all three of the guys rushed up to shake his hand. I would have, too, except I was wearing heels and I would have hand to run to get to the car in a timely manner. I shook Philip’s hand right afterward, though, so it was almost as good.
Or course, we were all wondering just what he had been doing at the basilica and when we got home, I looked on the internet. Turns out, Newt Gingrich is becoming Catholic and was participating in the Rite of Election himself. Cool.