Friday, January 16, 2009

Number 1

Aaron lived in a church. It was not a large church, or very popular church. It was old, small, and extremely catholic. It was inhabited by Aaron and one extremely old priest, who had committed his life to the church during the great depression, when things seemed to be bad and getting worse. This part of town was Irish, and the church had all of the answers, even when half the parish got laid of. So at the age of 18, in 1935 he enlisted into the holy army. And now, at the age of 92, his world was old and decrepit. The statue of the holy virgin was so dirt encrusted that the graffiti itself was masked. The once totally Celtic community was now a multicultural melting pot of atheism, agnosticism, Taoism, Buddhism, and, just, in general, non-catholicism. It had gotten up and walked away from him, and, in a type of bitter anger, he had stormed away as well. He had gotten up, looked around, yelled: "Fine, I don't like you either! I'm leaving too!" Then, he had proceeded to stay in the exact same spot, a relic of of the past precariously preserved in the ancient church. In short he was a bitter old celibate priest who obviously loved everyone and forgave the sins of those elderly who had sat beside him.
Aaron loved to watch him. Loved to see the rituals he stuck to week after week, loved to see his anger at the streets, loved to see his brooding silence. He loved it when the man yelled at him and loved it even more when the priest pretended to ignore his presence. He was a character, and Aaron loved characters. They made the world much more interesting.
Not that Aaron had had much time to observe such behaviors. He had only been in town for a couple of weeks or so. He had seen the church, and decided that it might be an alright place to live. He had convinced the priest to allow him to stay. During his residence, he had attended the Sunday mass. On one notable day, he had doubled the priest's audience. It wasn't that Aaron was Catholic. It was more like he knew what he liked, and the church had caught his eye from a mile away.

Friday, January 9, 2009