What’s Good? A Friday for Magic and Loss.

A couple thousand years ago, a man they called the “Son of God” was reportedly crucified on a cross. The teachings attributed to this man Jesus are very revolutionary, but frequently misunderstood.

Other than chasing the moneylenders from the temple, he never mentioned that anyone deserves to be a billionaire. He never said to ostracize trans kids, or that Matthew Shepard deserved to die alone in a field in Wyoming. He never said gun rights were more important than children. He never said anything about Putin, Trump, Chinese balloons, or cellphone coverage.

He did say that to murder is a sin.

He said to do unto others as you would have others do unto you.

He did say to love your neighbor as you love yourself.

Today is Good Friday. Besides the obvious question What’s Good about Good Friday, this day has always been one of my favourite days.

I remember many Good Friday’s since I was a pre-teen growing up in Aberdeen, Washington. Our family started going to church when I was about 10. In those days, church was community. The rector of our Episcopal church was a pipe smoking man with madmen hair and dark glasses. His name was not Bob.

He was funny, smart and quite charismatic. He also had a bit of a sadistic side. I remember he would come up behind me and pinch my neck on both sides with his Vulcan Death grip. Not a friendly hand on the shoulders, but a painful claw. When we were baptized, he slapped my older brothers, who apparently were old enough that he needed to slap the devil out of them.

He moved on at one point and everyone was supposedly heart broken. His replacement was a man who had been in India with his very large family. There was something exotic about them, and the conservative church ladies thought his family was troublesome.

Good Friday always seemed to be a dark day, overcast with rain. The weather would miraculously change by Sunday and Easter. My sisters would have matching dresses that my Mother made, with Easter bonnets. We celebrated with eggs, and chocolate bunnies, and ham. Lots of ham.

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What’s Good from the brilliant Magic and Loss.

What good is seeing eye chocolate

What good's a computerized nose

And what good was cancer in April

Why no good, no good at all

Oh baby, what's good?

What's good?

What's good?

Not much at all

Hey baby, what's good?

What's good? Life's good

But not fair at all.

Lou Reed

Magic and Loss was dedicated by Lou Reed to two friends of his, including Doc Pomus, who died of cancer. The guitar playing is some of his best.

Lou’s lyrics are much darker than my mind. There is lots of good. Angels are all around us. Today my throat is sore and scratchy. Next week I see my radiologist oncologist. It’s all good, because my cancer is going to get a good fucking.

I woke up early to make raisin orange cream scones to go with the clotted cream I got at the trade show last weekend.

Maisy has been walked. Wordle and books await. Soon Michelle will wake and then life gets way more interesting.

I would like to give thanks to all the very kind words and thoughts and prayers from my friends and family. The adventures continue. The Judys and 20 Explosive Hits will be rocking the May long weekend at Container Brewing. You can look forward to that. Tickets are still available.

The following Joke is courtesy of my dream mind this morning.

When vampires play football, what is their favourite play?

Sucking the quarterback.

Lots of love! ❤️