Great Icon shamelessly cribbed from here At the Vigil for Easter Sunday, when Buster was very small, he looked forward to the chanting of the Litany of Saints, partly because the deacon who led it would invariably stumble on “St. Perpetua and St. Felicity” which became an almost beloved mistake, and because eventually we would get to “St. John Vianney.” For whatever reason, Buster loved the sweep of the cadence and the accent on the “aaaaanyyy” syllable, and his little... Read more