Our Home is a Religious icon

I went to the Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport (an oxymoron) yesterday, not because I was going somewhere which is why I always go to the opposite side of Chatham County but due to the fact that we were picking up Sarah's parents. They live in New Jersey on the Hudson River and pastor a Church in New York City. It's their first visit to our house. Airports and Hospital lobbies are built to look like Malls these days and the Oxymoron Airport near Pooler is no different. Standing there waiting, I spied Danny Filson of the Savannah College of Art & Design wearing a suit and holding a sign. We did stuff together when I was at Union Mission so I strolled over while Sarah and the girls waited on aforementioned Yankee Clergy. Danny and I had a good visit, catching each other up of what we're doing. SCAD's doing great in Hong Kong and he's been there a lot lately. He asked me about being retired and I told him that it's a lie. He laughed and said he suspected as much. Shaking hands we agreed to keep in touch. Back in the day SCAD and Union Mission were growing like crazy at the same time so we became good friends because we were on the same side of the law. My favorite Vox Populi, the section in the newspaper where readers can call in whatever they're thinking and have it printed is ... "One day there will only be two things in Savannah: SCAD and Union Mission. That was funny. Turning from Danny, I spied Angela Barras Bracket, dressed in black, conducting a covert operation to pitch my ass. Angie works for the Oxymoron Airport and we grew up together a billion years ago in Port Wentworth. We hugged and then she and Sarah hugged and aforementioned Yankee Clerical Parents arrived. Now I love Angie so we promised to get together ... one day. Now as my dear friend the Rev. Dr. Guy Sayles will confess, clergy do not mix well at cocktail parties. It's just awkward. I think I'm speaking for God. He thinks he's speaking on God's behalf. It just gets difficult which is why you don't see too many clergy at Cocktail Parties, Strip Clubs or in Liquor Stores ... you know ... the kinds of places Jesus hung out to hang around sinners. So God told Sarah to drive her parents home in one car while I drove the girls home in another. Then we got home. Now our home is religious icon. There is Celtic cross Mary Ann Beil gave me hanging in back yard ... behind the Palm Tree with the oyster face, Coconut bra and grass skirt. Fran's thousand shades of green throws shadows on us in the heat. A sad little holy dock is a block away. There is a statue of UGA, the beloved mascot of God's chosen team, and there are ... Jesus Magnets on the Fridge. "Jesus is coming, hide your bong" ... "I found Jesus, he was behind the sofa" ... "Get real! Like Jesus would own a gun and vote Republican" ... "Please Jesus protect me from your followers" ... "Jesus loves you but everybody else thinks you're an asshole" ... There are a lot of them. So it was pretty quiet when we got home. I decided to have communion by myself. But it was a good first day. Nobody converted or killed anybody. It's a start. Today we're going to the beach. What did I do with my tan-through Speedos.