Saturday, October 26, 2013

My Dilemma

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.