
Beer, Pizza, and Saint Benedict
I haven’t done much. I haven’t won a Pulitzer Prize, escorted a beautiful woman to the Oscars, or won an Olympic medal. I haven’t swum, scaled, or walked anything. But I am an Oblate of the Order of Saint Benedict—and that ranks right up there. I had always wanted to be a monk, but I knew I couldn’t take the scratchy robes and scratchy rules.