This past weekend I travelled to Nashville for my sister’s pinning ceremony (graduation in the nursing program). It was not the type of graduation where everyone crowds into an un-air-conditioned arena usually used for rodeos and tries to scream the loudest for their graduate while sweating to death. That was her high school graduation. This one was more mature, more stoic and definitely more ritualistic. Between the standing up and sitting down and “father hear our prayer” recitations, there was communion. After everyone was served their wafer or blessing, the priest took the sacrament over to the side of the nave and put it inside a tall box with a small door that had latin written on it. That was when my grandmother leaned over and said in a not-so-soft voice, “What’s he puttin’ in the birdcage? I cain’t see!”