I don’t know what to write about the dude or dudette pictured below.  I mean, this could be any saint, don’t you think?  Maybe it isn’t a saint at all.   So, perhaps, this just an angel?
Could it be that all saints are angels?  All angels, saints?  Probably not.   And the rankings of angels.  Now that’s something I never understood.  Archangels?  What are those exactly?  There are Seraphims and Cherabims.  Principalities, and also Guardians.  How is this determined, and how, exactly, are we privy to this information?  I need to talk to the people who are privy to these particulars.

I’ll pretend I know here.  This is Saint Johnny Tired Arms.  Patron saint of…. welllllll….. tired arms.   The Statue of Liberty loves this saint.  So do window washers, and house painters.  Scarecrows.  Football referees at high scoring games.  Light bulb changers.

Hey, sidebar… the San Francisco Giants won the World Series tonight.  I think that translates into Saint Francis, in Latin, or something…..  The California Angels did not win the series this year.  (They weren’t in it.)  Neither did the New Orleans Saints (They play football.)  The Quarterback who is always running “The Statue of Liberty” play, loves this saint…..as do professional baseball pitchers…… just one big circle, all spinning round and round.