Yeah, that one. Patroness of repentant prostitutes. Thanks to that Da Vinci Code, though, looks like we might be rewriting some history.
And thinking about hex? Austin’s Lance is making a push to break hex, see, six seems to be a magic figure that no one can break, and I’m only operating on rumors. The purported hex is no one can win six Tour-de-Lance, and yet, looks like it might happen, now. (Hexa – Greek for 6.)
Unrelated:
“Some days it’s like looking for the needle
Some days the haystack’s gone
Some days you fly like an eagle
Some days you fall like a stone”
(Larry Joe Taylor, John Inmom, Fall Like Stone Summer Days)
I was picking through some pork ribs, spearing salad (dry), and looking through the paper. I’d just had a fight with a newspaper machine, and like a slot machine, it paid off. I thought I was getting burned for a couple of quarters, and I punched at the machine, a little hard, and it coughed up some extra quarters. And a newspaper. Buried in some section, there was an article about ongoing deep-sea research, down yonder in the Gulf.
So I did a quick search from notation on napkin, “U-166,” for various theories, just see what there was to see.
