Wednesday, June 10, 2015
The Judy Garland Yacht Basin
Actually, just a small park where
the kids launched their toy sailboats.
But, unknown to Bud, reason for the
slang title, men met there past curfew.
He knew of no curfew himself, often
walking late at night, sitting on a bench
and thinking.
A process interrupted by a police raid
one evening.
Even in a Fascist municipality, he was
quickly dismissed, Judge Roark suggesting
he nocturnally ramble elsewhere.
He kept to his studio apartment, wearing
a path into the carpet.
Until Sudsy, his downstairs neighbor,
remarking on his soft singing one day
in the elevator: "I know why the caged
lion sings."
A knock when one not possible one evening,
and it's Father Maguire. "Trolling," he
claims, "but not in the cyber sense."
Yes, his family had belonged. No he never...
Well, he'd try Mass, uh huh?
He did, and before long was roped into helping
with the Youth Group. Joining Stelly, as the only
singles chaperoning.
She had lost a husband in Iraq, and was mega
serious.
No hope there?
Well, a couple of coffee dates, and much more
talk than both were used to.
Emptying, to reveal the unfortunate truth.
At work, Ripper and Sunday told him of tests
to ascertain whether she was crazy.
Since most were, it seemed the best course
not to apply any.
The big event for the kids was New Years Midnight
Mass, followed by breakfast.
Stelly and he did the cleanup, and he walked her
home post 3AM.
Never to really return to his studio--thereafter only
used for storage.
Well, what Rome doesn't know...?
The Italian Period of Sensed Religious Anxiety
wouldn’t be lengthened, however.
The couple had a small wedding in April, wily
Fr Maguire presiding.
Are they happy?
Two adults, so there's a fair enough chance.
She, of course, is not crazy. A little too much
the other way, but they're working on it.
Labels: Catholic, crazy, crazy women, hook-up, Iraq, Judy Garland, lonely, priest, restless, Youth Group
