
Two old women who've never spoken to me in four years shocked me by wishing Rocky and me a happy New Year. One of our ushers, whom I've never even seen smile before gave Rocky a cheerful nod. Around me in the pews people were praying or silently reading the bulletin. The organist played with gusto. I really should've gone up to the choir loft to thank him for his work last year. There was a hushed anticipation in the air. The cantor sang sweetly. The lector was.... different but her reading was ineresting. The homily was like a shaft of light in the darkness. Fr. Bear announced that the Thursday Tridentine Mass will be a high solemn one, I can't wait. People stayed after Mass to pray and look at the creche. Rocky and Fr. Eagle sighed over the hapless Redskins.