I think wine tastes like vinegar. All wine.
Starbuck's coffee is burnt mud.
I prefer German opera to Italian.
I prefer Frank Zappa to Mozart.
I know how to use a hammer. And a saw. Heck, I can weld.
I can also put a rifle bullet through the bulls-eye at 100 yards.
I've spent my life with monks, Marines, surfers, and East Village musicians, which means I'm bilingual: I speak both sacred and profane.
My French pronunciation is pretty good, especially when reciting the liturgy.
A clergy collar itches after awhile and I resist wearing them.
So, imagine what it's like for me to spend a weekend with clergy. I have nothing in common with them.