I mentioned somewhere below that Fr. Z.'s collecting once-hostile-now-charmed stories about the Pope. Found this picture and the story behind it in comments at his place. In the same vein, Rueful Red reports in comments:
Mrs Red, all her life a fully paid-up member of the Ignorant Heathen wing of the Church of Scotland (but with many exellences as well), was glued to the telly throughout. Utterly transfixed. And then, when his aircraft left the ground, she said she was missing him. And that she'd got used to having him here, and wished he could have stayed some while longer.
Heart speaks unto heart.
