I was listening to the traffic reports this morning and heard that Father Hurley Boulevard had some slow-moving traffic. Now, I knew Father Hurley, and that people named a Boulevard after him is a source of great hilarity to me. You see, Father Hurley was a nice man, but he hated children. Especially in church. It got to the pont that new mothers were not allowed to be in Mass because the baby would disrupt the service. So whenever I hear about Father Hurley Boulevard, I just think of a street where babies are not allowed. I think of a station wagon pulling off to the side of the road, dumping out the kids, and continuing on. I have a strange mind.