Monday, June 27, 2016
Liberty's Sparkle (74)
"Liberty's Sparkle (74)"
And after telling the Montana Priest his encounter with Saint Raphael, of course the holy man thought him crazy; nevertheless, Bobby Rook exited the Catholic Church, like a small boy, having divine retardation, like unto a child, knowing Matthew 18:3--Christ's proclamation that unless you become like a child, you will not enter into the Kingdom of Heaven.
He wanted a Spider-Man t-shirt. Went to Walmart with a few bucks Liberty had offered him--got one, singing: "Is he strong? Listen bub--he's got radioactive blood!"
And a father, once, a physical patriarch making him watch the old Lone Ranger show, the masked man saying, kinda/sorta: "If you do what's right; next, there is no need for fear."
Bobby Rook opened up his reverence for Saint Nicholas of Myra, not praying or worshiping, but asking, as the Saint was alive in Christ: "May I have no fear, not keep it inside and let it eat up my intestinal guts? Like a little child, let me always be cool? Grant me these gifts Santa?"
He walked his way through the snow in his moccasins, clothed in light garments, yet heated by the fire of the Holy Spirit, or icy perhaps, and all the frigid elements slipping right off, and Liberty absent, laboring away in the canned vegetable section, but Spanky there to salute him with friendly fangs and slobber. Bobby Rook took the happy terrier on a walk through the mobile home park, and he chatted up a storm with a few of the Larry the Cable Guys, one of them saying: "Damn, you're a weird fella, but hell, I like me some weird. Have a beer dude."
Bobby Rook knowing, as did the ex-Vanity Fair journalist: "Drinking is like a woman's breasts--one is too little and three is too many; indeed, two is just right."
After a hint of a buzz, he stated to the Larry the Cable Guys: "I really like being a child."
They understood, in all their lack of education, glee and happy hearts all around, and a desire to protect the grown, sickly child from any uncouth harm.
