Father Duffy Square...

Its hard to know what poor Father Duffy would think about his place in the Times Square zoo of absurdity that surrounds him these days.  Certainly, after the horrors and indignities to humanity he lived through during his valorous service as a chaplain in the Great War, this desecration of his memory should be a walk in the park.  But maybe it is the trivalization of everyday life, the loss of serious overarching purpose afflicting us Americans that would disturb him most.  Our mindless pursuit of pleasure at discount prices, our increasingly alienating electronically induced social isolation, our unconscionable distain for the poor and disenfranchised, our loss of civility, the fact that we have become a nation of slobs.  Mindless omnivores devouring their way through life, fat bellies in frayed tee shirts who no longer even recognize the virtue in wearing a jacket and tie to a Broadway play or at least a clean tee shirt.  No, I imagine that even Father Duffy would cringe at the morass of degraded humanity that gathers at his feet.  I know I do, but I guess I am no Father Duffy.

Pablo