One of the gentlemen in my Presbyterian Church is Bulgarian. One Sunday he favored us with some Bulgarian chants. The accoustics in my church are abysmal, and he still sounded like something you'd hear in heaven. That says a lot for the Bulgarian chant.

On Fridays I go past the Federal Building, and I often see the new citizens coming out. One day, it was a small group of Eastern Orthodox nuns, in their long black robes, and hats. Each one had a small flag. That and the sisters' smiles were all the color they had.