In my last post, I pondered why I was never invited over (or out) for dinner by friends and neighbors I've known for years. Well, guess what? I was!
I recently half seriously teased my golfing buddy about his frequent statements, "We should have you over for dinner", without following through. Last night I went to his 150 year old home. He is currently restoring it, continuing a mammoth task that began 18 years ago. It's one of those old brick "mansions" one sees in little towns--belonged to a doctor. It was even an "underground railroad" house for runaway slaves. He showed me the secret hiding place. Truly amazing.
Here's the neat thing. Ed is a small town pastor of a Methodist church (his wife a teacher). For some reason, we hit it off with each other (about 8 years ago). Matching personalities, I suppose. We dance around the subject of religion. He knows I'm an atheist--no conversion attempts ever made. But occasionally we express our feelings about certain topics in the realm of what we believe. He's even a Republican! We have quite opposite opinions about a variety of things.
This all makes for an interesting relationship, but one I enjoy and relish. Who says the lamb and lion can't live together?