Look. Hey, look. Look, can you say where we are?

We're at Saint Ignatius on 84th and Park at 11 AM a.m. mass and you can hear the choir sing right now.

So my friend Nick brought me to Sunday mass at a pretty lefty Catholic church.

It should be noted that this church's posters of Delors,

Huerta, and Sharon Levine, another activists and labor leaders.

But the Mass was as thunderous and full of tradition as ever.

The choir picked up, the organ hit, the incense came out like a dry ice machine.

The incense is out like a dry ice machine.

The incense is to cloud the vision because God is cloudy and you can't see him.

This is a little nod to that.

Obviously it's not enough incense to cloud anything, but it's a symbol.

No one puts on a show like the Catholics, which sounds kind of flippant, but I mean it, the drama of it all,

or as they jokingly call it, the smells and bells

that draws people in, like this couple that was sitting behind me.

Our story is good.

We drive an hour from Greenwich, Connecticut to come here.

Why?

Why? Because we love it. This music just helps me to center. It takes me

back in history and I grew up Catholic, I went astray I came back so it holds me. I mean it holds me as a Jew who'd never been to mass before

There's no denying the power of the choir, the vaulted ceilings, and of course, the costumes.

Hey, how are you?

I'm so excited.

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