Reader Cricket writes:

As I know you have many generous readers in all states and points beyond, I wonder if you could post my bleg for churches between St Louis, MO and New Orleans, LA, inclusive. In a few weeks I will be traveling on vacation between those points would like to attend (Sundays and feriae) celebrations of the Mass that are solemn, respectful, sans liturgical innovation and sans crappy 20th century music. Beautiful church art and architecture would be welcome gravy. Eastern rites welcome too (long as they’re in communion).

As a quid pro your quo, let’s say I purchase a copy of This is My Body (I already own By What Auth and the Marian triplets).

You can publish my waking-world name if you feel you must, but I would prefer to remain on line, as always, simply,

cricket

P.S. I’ll be wearing a white shirt and a yellow bowtie.

Cricket it is. And the book’s in the mail! Gentle readers, if you can help our confused neighbor from the Monarch-besotted North as he navigates our Land of Freedom, I would be most grateful. I find that Canadians respond well to the use of hand signals, augmented with an occasional beating. Also, be sure to shout. It makes the American language more intelligible to foreigners and weird aliens with outlandish customs and barbaric folkways, like cricket–or William Shatner… or Amanda Tapping.