Andy

Coming out of Church after praying the Rosary before Our Lady of Guadalupe I met Andy. He was sleeping on the stoop of the Church. When I opened the door I woke him. He said hi and told me his name and I told him mine. He said he worked for the MTA and was a retired bus driver. He had a tattoo to prove it. I pointed to two cans of Keystone Ice and he said they were filled with water, not beer. He told me I was a good guy, then he said I was a great guy. He held out his hand and I shook it and then he kissed the back of my hand. I told him I was not a priest and he explained himself. Then we went our separate ways. I walked away, perhaps he entered into the Church to pray.

The Angelus bells are ringing. Behold the Haindmaiden of the Lord. Be it done unto me according to thy word.

He kissed the back of my hand like I was the king and he was my subject kissing my ring. I do not wear a ring.

I have a silver coin from China I want to have it melted into a ring to give to a girl. I want to get a golden coin from China and have it melted into a ring to use as a wedding ring for my future wife. I wonder if I will ever get married. Since I got out of the hospital I have had the desire to get married. In the land of legend it is easy. In this bourgeois world of mediocrity and well deserved pain it seems impossible. I try my best to live in the world of legend. The Angelus bells are still ringing. In the world of my dreams The Angelus bells never end. The Midnight bells chime on and on until the morning comes. The morning bells chime on and on until noon comes. The noon bells chime on and on until evening comes and the evening bells chime on and on until midnight. But I am just a poor sinner. That is how the bells sounded to St. Francis. They are silent now. They rang for almost six minutes. Not bad. They are more beautiful than the songs of the birds.