As Father M reminds me over at Facebook, today is the Feast of St. Ambrose,  one of the four original Doctors of the Church, converter of St. Augustine and patron of (among other things) bees and bee-keeping.  I always usually make a point of saying the Prayer of St. Ambrose conveniently placed at the front of our missal prior to Mass in order to get into the proper frame of mind.

At any rate, noodling on this, I said to myself, “Self, perhaps this is a hint at the direction your studies should go.  Why not nip over to the devil’s website and see what writings of St. Ambrose might be on offer?”

Well, the answer to that question, as it turns out, is mostly a choice between Kindle downloads and cheap reproductions of books originally published around 1900, neither of which is particularly acceptable to me.

Of course, I don’t call it “the devil’s website” idly, as temptation is ever present there.  While scrolling through the search results for “Ambrose”, I also stumbled across Stephen E. Ambrose’s Band of Brothers:  E Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne from Normandy to Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest.  Since I happen to be watching the HBO dramatization of this, it occurred to me that I ought to pick up the original, especially as I know Ambrose to be a good writer of popular history.

Resisting the mighty urge to go on to the works of Ambrose Bierce, I also remembered that the Mothe, ever since reading True Grit, has been on something of a Charles Portis tear and has been nagging me to do the same.  Thus, I also picked up The Dog of the South, Gringos and Masters of Atlantis.

You see how easily ol’ Robbo falls?  Hence the need to go back to St. Ambrose. 

Actually, I have not given up on my original Ambrosial intent, but I will obviously need to go elsewhere to find his writings.  And hopefully the trip down this particular literary cul-de-sac will be worth it, too.