how unbelievers tend to stand alone while the unrelentingly devout travel in packs? Just a majority, you say – or is it that some people will use any old garbage as cement? I for one [how I do love that expression!] yes, I for one suspect the story doesn’t end there, that some people only know what they believe if whole flocks are ready to sign on the dotted line. On the other hand [love that expression too] I believe those whom some folks would call an unbeliever knows his own mind, his own thoughts and yes, even his own gods. America was once a place where rugged individuality was prized. We didn’t have to know whose pew you sat in to shake your hand – decent fella got a decent reception and – if he didn’t try to steal your chickens or get too close to your wife and daughters – things stayed that way. And if he was, well, quirky or ornery, preferred his own company we just let him be – which ain’t the same thing as letting him go hungry. Or am I dreaming? Was there never such a place on god’s green earth where people just minded
their own goddam business?