A friend recently said to me that every now and again the specter of my catholic upbringing steals a quick look to see if anyone is watching and when the time is right, jumps boldly into one my photos. Well, I’m not so sure I can agree with that wholeheartedly. Maybe it’s the Irish in me that that is too stubborn to accept that as truth or perhaps my Latin half that still suffers from the guilt of bailing from the church when I found out that God had a 9 to 5 like everyone else. But…