GUEST: Associate Professor of Homiletics Fr. David Mowry
“Quentin!” whispers Homer. Quentin glances up from his studies, and is shocked to see Homer at his house.
Later, Quentin reviews Homer’s ballistic equations.
“Homer, you figured this equation out by yourself?” asks Quentin.
“Well, if I did the math right,” begins Homer, “it proves that you can’t–”
“It- it proves we didn’t start that fire!” shouts Quentin, excitedly.
“Quentin, what are you doing?” asks his mother, from another room.
“Now, the AUK XIII was the only one that we couldn’t find that day,” continues Homer. “And our best guess for fall time with the AUK XII, which was exactly identical, was about fourteen seconds. Now if you help me with the trig part, Quentin, we should be able to make a good guess where that rocket landed.”
Later, Homer falls asleep while Quentin works on the math. Quentin wakes Homer up with the answer to the equation.
“Six thousand, three hundred, twenty-eight feet?” asks Homer.
“One point two miles,” says Quentin.
Later, as Homer leaves, Quentin stops him.
“Homer?” asks Quentin.
“Yeah?” says Homer.
“Are you gonna – ” begins Quentin.