The Romance of Remington and Ceres
A Fictitious Romance, Which Takes Place Near Ceres Avenue in Downtown Los Angeles.
Ceres, was a familiar character in and around Skid Row, Los Angeles. People recalled her flowing blond tresses, wrapped in a head scarf. She was always clad in a long flowing second hand dress, with a low cut front; cotton in the summer, wool or heavy cloth in the winter. Her father was Jewish, and her mother was not. Ceres had, as a child chosen the vagrant life, and had ended up on the 500 block of Ceres Avenue in Skid Row Low Angeles.
The enigmatic woman had a strange custom. She tended a garden on a vacant lot just off 500 Ceres. She had a magical touch and beneath her hands all types of grains sprang up, grains of wheat, flowers and fruits. Her magic touch with gardening had turned the vacant lot into a veritable miniature paradise. Everyone knew it as Ceres garden, and she slept on a cardboard bed, hidden under the shelter of a trellis of grape vines.
Remington, was the CEO of a vast moving company empire. For all his success, he was still single, and extremely austere. So much so that he had acquired the eccentric habit of sleeping on a bed of cardboard in the streets outside his downtown Los Angeles office at 527 Ceres Ave. The location was in the midst of Skid Row, and by city ordinance vagrants were allowed to sleep outside after 9pm until 6 am This suited Remington just fine. He worked late at night anyway, and was up at dawn. In the morning he showered at work and no one was the wiser.
Over time, Remington and Ceres struck up a friendship. Remington, a serious young man with a bit of a furrowed brow, straight forward look, and solid build, was attractive to Ceres. She enjoyed his sincere interest in her love of the garden. And he found Ceres attractively mysterious. However, although they shared a common fate, Ceres was off limits to Remington. While Ceres father was Jewish, her mother wasn't; and that made her not of the faith, And though he had formed affections for Ceres of late, Remington, a traditional Jew, wouldn't allow himself to bend on the matter.
Tonight Remington's online advertising manager was in town from Israel. He was as unconventional as Remington, and was only too happy to camp out in the field with Remington and Ceres, under the stars. As the three of them sat around a small bonfire in the hidden skid row lot, and talked, Boruch revealed that he recently brought a grain sacrifice onto the Temple Mount in Israel for the first time in 1,940 years, the two bread sacrifice of the Festival of the Weeks. Ceres was enraptured. The reestablishment of this ancient ritual glorifying the first fruits of the grain harvest, filled her with a joy that she had never known before. "Remington, " she said, this story fills me with such happiness as I have never known in all my life, I want to become Jewish. "I am a Rabbi, " replied Boruch, "and tomorrow, early in the morning, we three can walk down to the beach." You Ceres, will go swimming, Remington and I will watch you, and when you emerge, I will declare you to be a Jewish. And not only that, But I perform marriages too. So afterwards, I will be pleased to marry you and Remington, only we need one more witness.
The sun began to rise amidst the hazy colors of morning in Los Angeles. And before it had properly appeared, Ceres, Remington and Boruch were off to the Pacific Ocean. A few minutes later Ceres emerged from the pure Ocean surf, her face aglow, and positively radiating joy. They headed back to the field, and on the way, Joe, a friend of Remington's caught up with the threesome.
As the son rose and shed its golden glow over Ceres field, Ceres and Remington were married. A short time later Boruch was heading back to Israel, pleased to have accomplished more than a bit of mere online advertising. Not long afterwards, a Remington moving truck picked up Ceres and and all her flowers and plants and moved her to the house she and Remington had purchased in the Suburbs.
Three years later, Ceres was the mother of two children, and her small field in Skid Roy, had been replaced by a large thriving farm, surrounding her large suburban home, which she and Remington had picked out, and now lived in happily together.
