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Counting Car Horns Instead Of Sheep
Months into the summer, I was expressing to a friend the sudden and uncharacteristic urge I had to wander into a church. “My ass has done its ten thousand hours of warming a pew and I could care less if I ever heard another sermon. I think I just wanted to feel at home,” I remember saying. He let my statement linger, and after staring pensively into the ceiling, he replied, “Bradley, I thought the goal was to feel at home everywhere.”
I let that statement linger too.