He left the farm in rural Iowa

when he got the call and went

to seminary with his rural Iowa

bride. It was the sixties. Then

he got another call. He thought

the Lord was calling him to

stand up for all oppressed blacks.

Actually, he just wanted to be

hip, and from watching the

Motown Supremes, Smokey

Robinson and a bunch of groovy

guy groups that meant being black.

He started having wet dreams

about Roberta Flack, took a

small church in Harlem, ditched

his white wife, married a girl

from the ‘hood and had a child

he named James Brown because

he felt so good like he knew he

would. The church gave him the

old heave-ho. He tried his hand

at social work, got divorced and

split the scene, in the hip 60’s

way of putting it. James Brown

now wonders what it might be

like to be a rural, white guy in

Iowa but he doesn’t think that

is going to happen anytime

soon.