This morning we went to the lovely Easter Service at Mission Dolores - the
first and oldest Church in San Francisco (and a beauty). We were raised
anything but Catholic (impulsively anti-Papist, if anything.) But Christmas
and Easter Mass are always wonderful services. I had one proviso this
morning - if they so much as mentioned Terri Schiavo, I would be out of
there in a second. Gratefully, there was a generous moment of remembrance
for Augusto Romero, the Bishop in El Salvador, assassinated by a Death
Squad 20 0r 25 years ago - with a nearby gallery of photographs of his life.
No mention was made of the Shiavo situation.
It was a relief - and, hopefully, a sign that not everyone (church, the
right wing, the family members) is going to opportune this poor Terri
Schiavo's body for whatever dubious end.
Sweetly enough, a block away in Dolores Park - and going on as I write - is
the annual Easter Bonnet/Jesus Hunkie stage show and party (lots of great
lime, pink etc. outrageous wardrobes (I had to leave in the middle of Trauma
Flintstone singing a Fats Waller number, "Don't sell your trash for cash")
while across the park were the anarchists gathered all in black with red and
green and black flags.
Spring has begun to split the City open!
Happy Easter or whatever fits your pleasure.
Stephen V
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