Yes, it's time for a public lashing and a severe dressing down for this old reprobate.

The nuns taught me to confess my sins, especially after they caught me copying someone's answers.

The Lord knows I wasn't the brightest lad in elementary school. One has to get ahead by his wits.

"You cheated," said Sister Jean Ann on one occasion, pulling my ear after she caught me dead to rights.

Oh, I owned up to my sin, even vowing never to do it again or she would have yanked me out of my chair by my sore ear.

But every time I make an error in a front page article - or in this column - I feel worse t...