I took Rigby for a walk this morning down the Main Street. There was a line extending out the door at the fish shop, hemmed in by temporary bollards placed there for the occasion. Things never change, I thought. Good Friday tomorrow, and the good folk are out to get their seafood for the day.
It brought back memories. My family was hardly religious, but we would avoid meat on Good Friday year after year. It was a convention we were happy to abide by, though occasionally I would grumble as a teenager.
A grown man now, I still do it, and I’m an atheist! I think there’s a nostalgic bent to it. It’s these rituals of family life that keep us warm, even when there isn’t a family to share it with. The main reason I do it, though, is out of respect.
I used to call myself agnostic, just to keep an open mind and to be a little less blunt about if anyone ever asked me. The reality is that I can believe in something for which I can find no credible evidence, but that’s okay. I’m an atheist, but I’m hardly bolshie about it.
For that reason, I’ll be sticking to meat-free food tomorrow out of solidarity and respect. I don’t believe in it, but I’ll respect your beliefs. These are personal, individual things.
In fact, the plan is to make some latkes for lunch – if I can find matzo meal somewhere.