Sometime after I became editorial page editor of The Philadelphia Inquirer in 1994, I was invited to have breakfast with Cardinal Anthony Bevilacqua, the archbishop of Philadelphia. Even though my devout Catholic secretary coached me on how to address him and what I might expect, I was apprehensive - afraid that I would feel uncomfortable or, worse, commit some faux pas that would set back interfaith relations in the city for years to come.
How to have breakfast with a cardinal is not something I was taught in Hebrew school.
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