14 July, 2022 True Confessions  Dear and gentle reader, I am now settled into the rectory, and slowly but surely turning it into a home - ridding it of clutter and rubbish, and bringing my own inestimable style to this little house.  And that, dear reader, leads to my confession to you. I am a snob.  I have been for at least four decades, and more.  Mind you, I wasn't born into money.  The family was solidly middle class, with all that goes with it for better or ill. From a young age, I appreciated the finer things in life - no, not money, you silly, grubbing prol (how very, very middle class of you), but the truly finer things, art, music, literature, culture.  These are what is lacking in the middle class lives.  I blame it on frequent trips to the Art Museum, or the Kinder Koncerts at Powell Symphony Hall.  I lay blame on my excellent education as well.  I didn't inherit my tastes from my parents, love them, though I do. Because of t...