Well, I'm not a catholic, but I still have the St. Christopher medal that 
the Pope gave me on that visit.

I also made the trip to Capri.  A  local kid latched on to me as my 
"guide."  He led me to a place where some girls were standing around, 
talking, and asked if any of them would like to marry me.  There were, as 
I recall, volunteers.  I remember visiting a monastery on the Island.  The 
monk in charge challenged me to a game of chess "which he never got a 
chance to play."  In my memory, he whipped me, moving nothing but his 
knights.  Then he presented me with a small bottle of the monastery's 
liqueur, as a consolation prize.

On the ferry boat back to Naples from Capri I found myself sitting next to 
a delightfully attractive young woman who turned out to be an English 
movie actress.  The Bay was glassy smooth, nevertheless she managed to get 
seasick.

I did the trip to Rome.  Several of us did the night spots, but we did not 
totally ignore history and culture.  At some point we grabbed a cab and 
dashed over to take a couple of pictures of the Colosseum.  (I got back 
there with my family in 1970 and shot several minutes worth with a new 
movie camera.  Later I discovered that there was no film in the camera.)
                    Regards,
                         Jackm

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