By VINCE LUECKE
Life is at lot like a Sunday afternoon of bingo. Sooner or later everybody’s number is bound to come up.
Bingo comes into my life only once a year. Every July, my home church, St. John Chrysostom in New Boston, throws its picnic. And like just about every church picnic everywhere, bingo is on the schedule.
Church picnics take a lot of help to pull off, and everyone gets a job.