Well, I did say I wasn't sure I could remember all the bishops of Connecticut....
My friend, Rowena, who is always delighted to comment on my blog--especially when I mess up!--wrote to tell me I left out Wilfredo Ramos-Orench from my list.
I feel awful about that. Wilfredo was a gentle, sweet man and a good bishop. He left to go be a bishop in Central America. I pray he is well. I'm sure he's still a good bishop.
(Truth is, he was so soft-spoken and self-effacing that I should have never left him out.)
Sorry, Wilfredo. Thanks for the head's up, Rowena.
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