Last night, we dined at a place called Heaven on Seven, a Cajun sort of place, which had the advantage of being across the road from our hotel. Good enough stuff, but bring your reading glasses for sure to figure out the menu.

Anyway, after eating half of his 107th grilled cheese sandwich of the year, Joseph was pleasantly surprised by a treat – an ice cream sandwich brought to him on a small plate, along with something else.

"Rosary beads!" he exclaimed.

"Just think," remarked Matthew Lickona, "What girls in New Orleans do for rosary beads…"

(And congratulations to Matthew and wife Diedre – Matthew had to skip town early to get home for the birth of #5 – Therese Susan Lickona!)