I was at Saint V de P today doing something that I really shouldn't do. It's not a sin, but it really should be; I was buying books. I have a bookshelf in my little tiny apartment that is exploding with books and the last thing I need is more books. Anyway, I'm sitting on the floor trying to decide if I really need my own personal copy of My Utmost for His Highest, when someone turns on a radio playing oldies. At first I was irritated because it sounded awful with the elevator music that was playing over the intercom, but then the clerk in the back started singing. "Ooooh girl, come back to me . . ." he was good, he was LOUD, and he was even doing the falsetto parts. I don't know about you, but I'm one of those people who sings in their car. I have seen other people doing this, so I know that I look stupid. I usually stop singing at intersections so I can pretend that I'm not being an idiot. Anyway, the situation in St. V de P reminded m...