I remember watching "Real People" one night, and there was a segment about a lady in Texas who stayed up all night on her CB, talking with truckers. Once each quarter, she would also have a buffet set up, so the truckers could come in and eat. A priest came in, aided by a cane, whose handle was "Holy Roller." While the focus was on someone else, I heard the lady ask him, "Juraschek?" As it happens, I had a first cousin, once removed, a Father Juraschek, who had injured his foot in a hunting accident. (My grandfather and one of his brothers changed their names from Juraschek to St. George. As far as I know, all the other relatives who came to America kept the old surname.) I had only met Fr. Juraschek once, when I was about 10. I called my parents to see if they had seen the episode. They had, but completely missed our relative. Oh, well.
New one soon.