Yesterday was 29 February. Some of you may recall that it was to be the first quadrennial procession for the Día de San Geraldo (Saint Gerald’s Day). In Ocober, I explained that — due to the challenges he was having communicating in Spanish — Jerry was considering becoming a recluse. He initially said I could roll him out once a year just like the locals roll out the statues of Jesus and Sevilla’s many Virgins. But then he had a better idea. Rather than an annual event, he would schedule his “procession” for leap year, thereby only having to be rolled out of the house every four years.
|OFFICIAL PORTRAIT OF THE SAINT, 2012.|
Jerry’s sister Linda and her husband Tom are here for a visit — of course, scheduled to coincide with the historic, first-ever, Procesión de San Geraldo. Tom and I, San Geraldo’s loyal servants, went out and spent a regal sum on a very grand ruby- and emerald-encrusted crown for the very grand head of San Geraldo. We presented it to him on bended knee with our heads respectfully bowed. Miraculously, the crown was a perfect fit. However, San Geraldo was sadly disappointed that I did not fulfill my promise of a marching band and a dozen burly men to carry him around town. Maybe in 2016.
Linda has suggested that I nail the crown to Jerry’s headboard so that when he lies in bed at night the crown will hover majestically above his head. I think it’s a brilliant idea. But then, of course, she’s the sister of a saint.