at Our Lady of Good Counsel was some sort of manager there in the 70's. I went there once for a wedding reception and when they took the wedding party into a separate room to get food before the madness started, I told him I was E.B.'s daughter. His face lit up and he asked me if my mama was at the reception. When I informed him that yes, she was, he made a beeline out the door to see her. As we were leaving, my mama was handed a box of food, six champagne glasses and two bottles of champagne, compliments of Mr. Vincent. Seems the torch still burned after all those years.