In the Mid-South, I was an damn, urban, Yankee boy.
In the Dutch north, I was a renegade, wise-ass, half-breed Swede.
In retirement, we joined a mostly gay church
only to be told I was something they didn’t need —
it seems as an assertive, straight, alpha-male, I did annoy.
So, now on Sunday mornings, we mostly stay home.
My wife does mixed media sculptures and I write a poem.
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Musings by Bob/ Blogging so I don't drive e-mail friends crazy
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It’s hard to find a place to land in retirement … but landing in your home, with mixed-media sculptures invited to appear by your wife’s magical hand, and poems emerging from a strong-hearted man pondering and pounding a keyboard … well, that’s church … as that home is filled with the presence of saints, including the four-legged kind.