On a mercifully cooler late July day in North Carolina, after shopping for requirements and returning a call to a Cary Detective who left a card in my door looking for not me ( wrong apt), Bourbon and Beer. Before an easy, post “Happy Hour(s)” Pizza to the oven. Listening, as a devout ex-Catholic, to gorgeous music on WCPE, written by St. Francis of Assisi in 1224. Art is art. And yeah, the Little Sisters of The Poor, standing silently at the exit of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris (before the fire), got every Euro coin in my pocket. They do good.