Ann: John, Anita* said you wanted to talk, and I have been feeling you hovering.
John: Well, thank God for that. I have been knocking at the door, screaming at the top of the lungs I no longer have, jumping up and down on the floor, and banging on the window, but all you can hear is Bobby, Bobby. Bobby. Not that I don’t admire the man because, if you can do a one-eighty and mean it, you are a man to be reckoned with. He was an operator and a good man, and it takes someone special to do that, do it well, and become the man you were meant to be it.
But I came to talk to you about Lindsey not Bobby – though there are some parallels, and, unfortunately they don’t redound to Lindsey’s credit, more’s the pity.
While Rome is burning, another good man is burning down Washington and his own soul in the process as he ties himself to the mast of Donny’s sinking ship. If you think I can get a little crazy trying to get your attention, it ain’t nothing compared to what I’ve been doing to try to get ahold of Lindsey. And all to no avail. The man is in a choke hold, so to speak, from more than one armed thug, domestic and foreign, and his soul is so lost he wouldn’t be able to find it with both hands and a flashlight if he tried which he is not.
I can’t help him, and I loved him. I would like to say that l still do, but love, unconditional love, is a holy thing, and I have not yet ascended to those heights. Love, it seems to me, needs to be built, at least in some part, upon respect, and that in his most recent incarnation he has tossed to the four winds.
Now I still love the light of him, the laughing light-hearted kindness of the man that came in with the soul of a little child. I guess now I know how it feels now to watch creeping crud take over a beautiful sanctuary.
I am pointing this out to you and your readers, Annie, because no one is immune from the seduction of the ego, the lures of money and other things I am too much of a prude to mention here. Anyone can go down for the count at any time, we are none of us immune.
I would have sworn that Lindsey would carry on our mission, the one that I thought we built together, but when he lost me as his anchor, he became prey to darker temptations. I fear for him because one of these days the light will shine on what he has done, and there will be no spin mighty enough to turn that story upside down or inside out.
And then what? Lindsey, then, my friend, I hope that you will go down on your knees and give your heart to God in shame, in penance, and in surrender. If you do, ole buddy, I will be here waiting to help you back up that long arduous mountain.
For the rest of us, be careful, my friends, we are all at risk. Keep your eyes on God’s holy light.
June 15, 2020
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