Barclay Street Art

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I went to a Jesuit high school. They were (and, I suppose, are) considered the top of the line for Catholic boys' secondary education. The Jesuits were no dogma sheep and many of my teachers were quite provocative. My freshman Latin and theology teacher, Fr. Fahey, would sometimes mention Barclay Street art, referring to a street in lower Manhattan where there were many Catholic religious shops. The good father (who notoriously made us recite Latin noun declensions against a stopwatch - I can still rattle them off) maintained that the images on sale down there were crude, manipulative and anything but expressions of serious faith.

This seems to be a latter-day example. I hope I do not offend anyone by posting this but it illustrates the range of bizarre stuff on offer at the Gypsy Caravan flea market. I'm not the person who put it on the sale table. Neither am I the one who put the golden dolphin behind it.

BTW, Mrs. C and I spent a pleasant afternoon yesterday at the St. Louis Renaissance Faire. Tons of good pix. Here's a teaser. More later in the week.