We were going to a St. Thomas More Parish at the time. My uncle said they went to college together, and nobody was the least surprised when Tom ended up a lawyer *and* got himself beheaded. But he was a very good golfer.
My son Bill was about 4 then, and he drew golf clubs in the picture of St. Thomas in his "Favorite Saints" coloring book :-).
We use this as an illustration on why children shouldn't believe everything adults say!
I knew there was a cute story in there. ;O)