“That Deasy boy is not a bad kid, but he certainly gets picked up by the sheriff a lot,” observes my mother while I was in sixth grade.  This was her pleasant way of saying, “Stop hanging out with him.”
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But I was a kid in our little patch of Los Angeles in the late 60’s.  Like my fellow classmates at St. Bede School, we had bikes, which meant we could roam, and no
cell phones, which meant our parents had trouble tracking us.

You could pretty much go wherever your bike would take you…as long as you were back for dinner…and I went to Deasy’s a lot.

Ken and I and other friends made movies, rode horses, swam, played baseball, and watched Dark Shadows, a terrific vampire soap opera.

And we played with fire and blew things up a lot, though if you really wanted to blow stuff up you went down the street to Robert Johansing’s, who later put that skill to good use as a geologist.

Almost immediately after eighth grade graduation my family moved to San Diego.  I lost touch with Ken.  I went to school.  Got married.  Practiced law.  Started a business.

We had a daughter, then a son.  And just after our son was born I heard something that to me, and I’m certain to my mother, was entirely preposterous news:

Ken Deasy had become a priest.

Really?  Deasy?  A priest?  Oh, stop.

I immediately tracked him down to see if this were true.  It was true.  He was stationed at a parish in LA and I got him on the phone.  Great call.  Fabulous.  Our friendship rekindled.  The years melted away.

And the very next day, our little boy suddenly died.  Just like that.  Gone.

Only a day or so before I’d have had nowhere to turn.  But now I turned to Ken.  He was there to do good.  My family and I felt it during this time of great sadness.

And that’s what Father Ken Deasy does:  Good.

So good is he at doing good that his assignment by the diocese is to do just that.  Isn’t that remarkable?  Being assigned to simply do good.

Out of that mission to do good comes Father Ken’s Vineyard, a way though which we may assist in this work.

Stick around and learn how we can become grapes in Father Ken’s Vineyard.

Be a Grape.  Our moms would approve.

Bob Bavasi

Robert (Bob) Bavasi is a 1968 alumni of St. Bede the Venerable parochial school, La Canada, CA.  He currently resides in Everett, WA.  He and Ken have had many adventures.