Sticks and Stones

I'm looking at a pen drawing hanging on my office wall. The picture is that of a small, wooden, rural church, now long gone. As a teenager, my father helped build this church almost a century ago. It must be a source of great pride and honor for workmen everywhere to have participated in the physical construction of any house of worship. I'm grateful too for those half-drunk, superstitious workmen who sculpted the cathedral gargoyles.

-Old Gargoyle