Different Is Just Different

Different is Just Different He’s tall and muscular and sports a short gray beard. I see him every Sunday. Often, he stands near the church’s jazz band, moving in rhythm with the music. Maybe he is wearing a sleeveless, horizontal stripe pink and white sundress with neon pink stockings, perhaps wedge heels edged with pink, or buckles, small pink purse hanging over his shoulder, and of course, a hat, sometimes straw, sometimes, a la Minnie Pearl, with price tags here and there. Musically gifted, intelligent, and a devout Christian, not dressed for shock or show, he is completely comfortable living in his own skin, which is as it should be.