Look, I worked for a big corporation for a long time. I went to “my office”, used “my computer” and called people on “my phone”. And as I left that job, I never even thought about packing up “my stuff” to take it with me to my next job.
Good luck to Father Mass Progeny and Mother Hostilium, but in New York, as in most places, you leave and the silverware stays in the drawer. The Vestry (provided the priest is competent) gets told this on day 1. We hold this “stuff” for the Episcopal generations to come. It’s the Bishop’s job to take the keys back, unless you want to reach a settlement and buy the stuff (and weren’t they trying to do just that?). But go ahead and try the legal route if you can afford it. This is one where I may even kick in a few dog biscuits to help Bishop Skip. What a pair of gits. And don’t even get me started on the “righteous right” over there on Limpville saying that this is “the good fight”. It’s stupidity, written in a 96 pt. bold font.
Update (4/17/2008): Binghamton Press/Sun-Bulletin Article
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