lovely dust

This morning I jumped from train to train to train making the trip from Gates Ave, Brooklyn to 110th St. in just under 41 minutes to have lunch with the only resident stone carver at the Cathedral of St. John Devine, Chris Pellettieri. After showing me around his huge work space covered in dust, 30 foot ceiling with 80's metal guitar solos bouncing off stone walls, we walked down the street to eat a sandwich called 'the Godfather' in a miniature medieval garden next to a cathedral and a childrens' music room.  I feel like I was on the set of the Sound of Music.  He gave me some much needed common sense about carving stone, and was nice enough to offer some blocks of limestone if I can talk Nicole into driving her car up here and loading the trunk with semi-sanctified rocks.