This Last supper reminds me of my landlady when I was a grad student living at a Miami University apartment complex called Block M. She collected Last Suppers - knitted, crocheted, jigsaw puzzle, tile, painted by number, ashtray, plate, cup, saucer, you name it - and I loved to go pay my rent just to marvel over the collection. They were everywhere!
She had a mouth as bad as mine, but she always tried to talk genteely with me: "I told them bastar - er, darned kids that the fuckin - er, swimmin' pool wouldn't be ready until May and to keep their fat asse - to stay out of it until then."
She was a complete hoot, straight out of a John Waters movie!
