Thanksgiving Day, 1927 — If I told you there was this guy, Urbain Ledoux (I know, the papers liked Urban instead of Urbain), who gave up a business career to help the homeless and foster humanity among his fellows, who wanted to be a priest but got turned off by seeing very unpriestly misconduct, and who worked hard to awaken the slumbering conscience of the people to help those less fortunate and less news-sensationalized than the bombastic morons parading as intelligentsia today, you'd say I was crazy. I'm not, he was, and we all should be just as crazy as him.
