‘Invariably, George the Fox tells Willoughby that the fox is on the other side of a rail fence, which is actually at the edge of a steep cliff. Willoughby’s line, ‘Which way did he go,’ long ago became a catchphrase…’ Wikipedia

How often have we wondered,’ Which way did he go,’ when opportunity seemed to slip through our fingers or the pursuit of money led to a dead end?

Mr. Fox is cunning and canny. He tells us to align ourselves with those who promise easy success. The Christian Nationalist preacher tells us we will be rich if we do what he prescribes for our lives. Our colleagues and friends admonish that an embryo is a person and in the next breath say that there is no money for the homeless of which many are children…

Comparisons do not produce truth. As a young man, I often wondered why many my age seemed rich and needed nothing while I had enough but certainly was not affluent. If I would just be quiet regarding my Chancellor friend who had been fired…it was strongly suggested that a promotion was in store for me. I chose to not forsake my friend…

Decisions…decisions…decisions…mark our days. I watch the fabulous world of Finance and wonder at the lack of ethical clarity that is its foundational support. Often financial instruments are lauded and subsequently sold to buyers who trust that their brokers are working in their best interest. They are working feverishly in someone’s best interest…their own.

‘So you want to be king I hear,’ L said. ‘I have noticed that you have a large following of fishermen and the common folk…you know…the poor,’ L continued.

‘Well, people seemed to love me and hang on to my every word…but I feel terribly alone now,’ J said. ‘It is funny how when the excitement surrounds you and hope abounds…you have so many friends…but when the going gets tough the tough get going,’ J continued.

‘You look a bit wan and disheveled…I bet you are hungry…I have a basket of food and some lovely wine…let us sit for a moment and contemplate the beauty of the city,’ L said with a sweet tone and a loving smile. ‘I know your feet hurt in those cheap sandals…I have a new pair of Birkenstocks for you…also, I have a memory foam pillow for your head so that you may sleep for a little while and then all of these matters will be clearer.’ L continued.

‘I am so tired and yet my job is not done,’ J said. ‘I called my Dad…but he did not answer…I got the answering machine…his message is one of those irritating messages where it sounds like he has picked up and then when you begin talking expecting a conversation…it is one way because he is not there,’ J said with a frown.

‘Have you tried these iPhones…they are like a computer in your pocket and you can text Dad,’ L said with a laugh. ‘While you are resting and after your dinner and wine…I will prepare your entrance as the King of Kings…and I will be your consigliere,’ L said as he danced a little dance.

I could not find Mom or Mary M before I walked into the Garden…they always have the best advice…but I must say…not my will but Dad’s be done…