Flannery was not much of a church-goer, as he played golf with the 
same foursome every Sunday.  
     
Father Reardon the parish priest, admonished him. 
     
"Father," said Flannery, "I just want to know if you think there are a
ny golf courses in heaven."
     
"I don't know, but I'll check with the Pope," said Father Reardonk.
     
The next day Father reported to Flannery.  "My son, I've got good news 
and bad news for you.  Here's the good news. The pope says their are 
plenty of courses in heaven; beautiful fairways, greens smooth as silk, 
and it never gets dark, so you can play twenty-four hours a day."
     
"That's wonderful!" exclaimed Flannery, "but what's the bad news?"
     
Father said, "Well, you've got a tee-time tomorrow morning at 9:00!"