I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.
All it takes is a single act of aggression to permanently wound a nation's reputation.
I think I've been really good at surrounding myself with really talented people. I've picked the right coattails to ride on.