I went to a poetry reading over lunch at Third Man. The boss also attended. Rule one in Nashville is “be cool,” so I tried to be cool.
But I was struck by how much his demeanor was like a minister who’s excited that the youth group meeting is going so well, but also knows they need that room for a board meeting right after.
So, when it was done, I felt this urge to help move chairs. I saw that one of the poets was also folding and moving chairs.
That was 15 seconds before we both learned that our dads were Methodist ministers.
And she also knew that hymn 88 is Amazing Grace, though that was two hymnals ago.