I have a confession. I am an atheist with agnostic leanings. I don’t know. You don’t know. The President doesn’t know. The now ex-pope, sure as hell, doesn’t know. However, I am suddenly interested in who becomes pope. You see… Friars. Or monks. Whatever he is. Are hot. They are the ecclesiastical equivalent of firemen. Most women, and many men, think firemen are hot. There is just something about a man who will run into a burning building to save your life. Well friars are the church’s equivalent. In my opinion. So I am waiting for that white smoke and word that Sean Patrick O’Malley is going to run into that burning church, and it is burning, and save us all. Not that even that will drive me back to church. I still have God issues. But I would feel better knowing that the church I was born into was being run by a kinder man. One who wouldn’t cover up evil as has been done for so long. I admit I came to this fondness for friars because a good friend of my mother’s had the entire Hummel Friar Tuck collection. All those cute chubby little guys in their brown robes as salt and pepper shakers and cookie jars and such. In other words, as with most things in my life, my likes and dislikes, are based on purely stupid, illogical reasons. But hey, that’s me. So I wait for word the smoke is white and hope the word is O’Malley is pope. What a terrible fate to wish upon such a lovely man.