As a wholly man of the clothes, it has been my pleasure, nay joy, nay rapture, to share with you all that I hear through the little curtain in my confessional. I even sometimes tell you what I can see. This has not been a lot recently, because those Sisters of Mersey they are not departed or gone, ( just like Leonard Cohen said. Some would say he sang those words, but I am staying with said), and they keep repairing each and every little hole that gets poked through the fabric by the clumsy cleaning staff, and my pinky.