It is early, too early, in the morning of the Fifth Legislative Day here at the 77th General Convention. We’ve only got four more Legislative Days left, and aside from the House of Deputies decision to sell 815 2nd Avenue in Manhattan, we’ve done nothing of any substance.
In a convention hell bent on change, we’ve talked and talked and talked about process.
In a convention seeking marriage equality (or a pathetic facsimile of liturgical equality), we’ve had long debates.
In a convention over-shadowed by a budgetary disaster, we’ve made sure voices are heard.