Working toward sainthood this summer solved some of my problems. For one, my daily-Mass-going mother got off my back about getting a job and moving out permanently. Plus, it gave her something to brag about to her friends. I overheard her on the phone, "Did I tell you about Lewis? He's going to be a saint one day." I spent my days healing the planet. Except on rainy or overcast days, when I mostly read and napped. Otherwise, I picked up trash on the beach: plastic bottles and bags, bottle caps, cigarette butts, strips of cellophane, and deflated balloons. My vision is to be canonized Saint Le