The Bishop's Palace
You’d have to be a pretty obsessed Monty Python fan to catch that exceedingly weak reference (who am I, for crying out loud, Dennis Miller?), but if you’re reading this silly blog, you probably are so obsessed. (Hint: Get a hobby; get it now.)
So check out the so-called Bishop’s Palace, former home of politician Walter Gresham, later purchased by the Roman Catholic Diocese of Galveston for use as the resident bishop’s pad. Are these some digs or what?
It’s hard to believe someone actually lived here (pol, pontiff pal, or otherwise), actually brushed their teeth in here, clipped their toenails, blew their nose, flushed the toilet (once it had been duly invented and installed, of course), and all in this most glorious and architecturally lofty mansion, as if it were a common home, built to serve their daily, mundane needs. Good Lordy, what kind of prodigious pile of pomposity actually believed they deserved to live in royal digs like this anyway? Beats me to a bloody pulp. But then I’ve never run for public office. Or claimed to have spoken directly to God.
