Feast Day of St. Ambrose

Having been born on this day, my father was named Ambrose. Why his German family chose to name him for a fourth-century Milanese patron of orators and attorneys is puzzling, but it seems they were seriously religious, and accepted the concept of saints, those people who allegedly performed miracles, as determined by those who believe there are such things.

Dad signed his name A. Edward XXXXXX. His friends, relatives, colleagues and acquaintances called him, variously, Ed, Eddie and Rosey, depending upon when in his life they met him. He christened me with the assumed name he used during that atypical military career mentioned earlier. It didn't keep me out of the Army.

(Don't forget to take down your flag at dark.)