“Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity…” W.B. Yeats
No, the Center cannot hold. We must stand for something.
“If you be neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth” (Revelations 3:16).
These past several years we have seen the world turned every way but right. The old maxim, divide and conquer, has proven to be so right. Neighbor against neighbor, child against parent, teacher against student, nation against nation and leaders against their own people. There is an Evil creeping amongst us and It has turned everything upside down. What was good is now bad. What was strength is now weakness. Loyalty has fallen victim to ambition. We have been betrayed.
Hopefully, and I believe it to be so, more and more of us Americans and people throughout the world are realizing that something has gone terribly wrong with our countries and our cultures. And of our common sense and common decency. It has gone beyond mere politics. Just today on a local web site for our little town of Staunton, VA someone posted that they would like to slap the face everyone that wont get the Covid injection. This makes about as much sense as saying that although they buckle up every time they get into their cars they would assault everyone choosing not to wear a seat belt. If an injection or a seat belt makes you safe, how does someone choosing differently impact you? It makes no sense. But, common sense, discernment and civility have been increasingly cast to the wind for some time now.
In the biography of Don Bosco by Teresio Bosco, (click) Audio bio of Don Bosco) it is written, “God, it is said, sends the world saints when they are most needed-not men and women of “general holiness,” but specialized experts who fit into the pattern of the times and are capable of giving God’s tone to their century”.
Surely, these times cry out for another Fulton Sheen or Billy Graham. Even the witty wisdom of Will Rogers would serve us well: “It isn’t what we don’t know that gives us trouble, it’s what we know that ain’t so”. Or, “ What the country needs is dirtier fingernails and cleaner minds”. (Brainyquote.com)
We have bid our time for long enough. This past week has shown us that each and every one of us is disposable and expendable. We are at the brink. To put it another way: (click) Sympathy for the Devil.
Pray. Pray that God will not let us continue to go astray but will send us a modern-day saint that will guide us back to Him.
O.K. So we got a call from Downtown that the Mayor’s Office is getting complaints that the hotel is being used by a bunch of girls. New Haven is having a sweep so they’re probably from up there. We’ve been told to put an end to it.
With about a year and a half on “The Job” and only 2 weeks within the specialized Undercover Narcotics,Vice and Tactics unit I was as green as grass and constantly amazed at what human beings could dream up for pleasure or profit. It was with close attention and a vague premonition of dread that I listened to our squad leader, none other than, The Tom-Tom. At six foot three, 200 pounds, bald with an Irish- red face, Tom-Tom was a truly imposing figure. I would discover as a few years went by that fear was never present when Tom – Tom was by your side. And, I was about to soon discover that Tom -Tom, with his quick wit and Irish sense of mischief, could turn a routine assignment into a night never to be forgotten.
Eddie, Tom–Tom said to one of the senior squad members, I want you to work with The Kid. Come into my office.
A few minutes later Eddie came out and told me to follow him. Out into to the night we went to our unmarked car parked at the curb a short distance from our “headquarters” – a non-distinct building in an unremarkable neighborhood at the edge of town.
I’ve got to swing by my house to pick up some equipment, said Eddie. Then we can get something to eat. It’s gonna’ be a long night, Kid.
OK, I said. Actually, it was the only answer that could be given to a senior team member.
45 minutes later we pulled into the hotel parking lot to “Ron Day Voo”, as Eddie would put it, with the team. Tom-Tom explained that our “cover” would be that we were a group of surveyors traveling through the area and that we would hang out in the bar to see if any Ladies showed up.
Only hotel management knows we’re coming, he said. And, even though department regs say ,”no drinking on duty”, this is “on duty”. But, only 2 drinks for the whole night. Am I clear? Tom-Tom was very clear, it seemed.
So, off we went. Everyone moseyed up to the bar and ordered their favorite beverage. When the bartender asked what I was drinking it seemed that Tom-Tom’s eyes would bug out when I answered, Diet Coke, please. But then he got a certain little smile and said, Oh, this is going to be a good night.
Oh, boy, muttered Eddie.
It didn’t take long for The Ladies to arrive. There were two. One was wrapped in red silk, the other was in “Hardly Any” green. For working girls, our team of “Surveyors” must have seemed as manna from heaven.
Well, hello. You boys look like you’re having fun, said Red Silk as she sidled up to the apparent leader of the gang, Tom-Tom.
Yeah, we like to have fun, Honey. But, it sure gets lonely on the road. We’re working for the State surveying all the bridges. Been away from home almost three months now.
Oh, what a smooth operator this Tom-Tom is, I thought.
Well, why don’t we go somewhere quiet and maybe we could make you a little less lonely, offered Hardly Any.
Why, Honey, you know I’d love that but I’m a bit too old for that, especially with this new pace maker thing I have.
Oh, what a glib liar, I thought. The Tom-Tom was as strong as an ox and not too old for anything.
But, you know, my nephew over there could use some cheering up since his “old lady” left him right before we hit the road. And, with that Tom-Tom signaled Eddie to come over.
And, then it happened. That look of devilish mischief combined with absolute merriment came over Tom Tom’s face.
You know, girls, my son here has never been with a lady before. The iron strong arm of Tom Tom reached over and pulled me close to him in what appeared to all the world to be a fatherly embrace. I think he could use some special attention, don’t you?
With that, Red Silk and Hardly Any both erupted into convulsions of laughter.
Oh, Honey, I’ll take real good care of you. Oh, Lawd I will!, promised Red Silk
If it weren’t for the grip of Tom-Tom on my shoulder and the insistent tugging of Red on my arm, I would surely have collapsed.
Oh, no, Dad. I can’t, I pleaded.
It’s time son.
Oh, Lawdy, yes it is!, choked, Red.
But, Mom wouldn’t like me doing this. This time my plea sounded more like a whimper.
Mom will never know. And then Tom-Tom pulled me closer and whispered, It’s an order.
So, off we went. I being half pushed, half dragged by Red Silk through the hotel lobby to the bank of elevators and Eddie nearly sprinting. That Eddie, always ready to perform his duty!
As Eddie opened the door to a double bed room, my mind tried to work its way through every possible scenario where the job could get done without the actual labor, so to speak. Eddie had other plans.
Hardly Any was already down to her slip and Eddie, in a manor of seconds, had taken off his pants and shirt and lay on one of the beds, displaying the “special equipment” we had earlier stopped by his house for.
What the hell? I blurted!
What are you looking at? he said.
Nothing. I was speechless. For sprawled across the bed with his arms in back of his head was Eddie dressed in what he must have thought to be proper boudoir attire. And, I promise this is true, Eddie was wearing white boxer shorts with little red hearts, black over-the-calf socks and a stocking garter.
Now, I’m not in the habit of staring at men in their underwear, but this was a sight to behold. Apparently, our “dates” had seen their fair share of odd sights or maybe they had grown up in a circus. In any case, they didn’t bat an eye.
Eddie continued to give me the Stink Eye and said to Hardly Any, Come on, let’s go. I’m ready! Indeed he was.
Red Silk says to me, Come on, Honey, take your clothes off.
My mind and heart were racing. Think, Billy. Say something clever. Aha!
Can we just talk for a while?
Red Silk responds, What you want to talk about? This ain’t talkin’ time, Honey. This is doin’ time.
Hardly Any: Talk??
Eddie rolls his eyes and through clenched teeth mutters, What the *!%#.
I start to pace the floor. Both girls begin to get jittery.
Let’s get out of here, Red says.
No, no, let’s just talk.
And then a look of sheer panic comes over both girls. Aaaa, Aaaaah, Aaaaaa. They start screaming, They gonna’ kill us! Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah. They start crying.
It then dawns on me that these poor girls think they have fallen prey to the slayer or slayers of a recent string of working girls.
No, no , I say. It’s OK. I just want to talk.
Aaaah, Aaaah. Oh, Sweet Jesus, help us!
By now, Eddie has lost all attention to this assignment. If looks could kill I would be murdered right then!
Both girls drop to their knees next to the empty bed and are now wailing: Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.
My pacing becomes more frantic and so does the crying.
Red Silk opens the bedside table, grabs the Gideon and frantically flips through pages. The Lord is my Shepard…
Oh, are you a church girl?, I ask.
Eddie says, Are you kidding me? This is just great.
Aaaaah, Aaaah, Oh, God help us.
It’s OK, I tell the girls as I too get to my knees in an effort to calm them. God is with us. You’re going to be OK.
I glanced over to Eddie but between the look on his face and his outfit I thought surely I had entered into one of Dante’s infamous rings. Or a Fellini movie.
Just as I gave up all hope for an end to this nightmare there was an earthquake – like crash and the room door burst open. There stood The Tom-Tom.
You’re under…what the hell is this, a prayer meeting!
I suppose the open Bible and three of us on our knees might have given one that impression.
Both girls ran sobbing into Tom-Tom’s arms. Are you the police?
Yes, girls, I’m the police.
Oh, Lord. Oh, Lord. Thank you, Jesus!
The girls were ushered out into the hallway. Tom-Tom looked around the room and said, Eddie, what the hell happened?
I don’t know. I can’t begin to describe it.
Well, the other people on this floor thought that these girls were being murdered and called downtown. Patrol is on the way. We have to get out of here, but we can’t let them think this was a police operation so we’re going to put cuffs on you both and lead you out…now.
Off we went, not quite as we had entered a short time before. My head hung low as we were perp- walked through the lobby past a large wedding reception. And Eddie. Well, let’s just say he wore his special outfit, hearts and garters, proudly.
It would be a few months and several running street battles together before Tom Tom stopped shaking his head whenever he saw me. His little smile told me it was OK, but he never missed the chance to repeat those infamous words, What would mom say? And then laugh.
I think of Tom Tom often. And still laugh at that Night Never To Be Forgotten.