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I don't know what it was about

Sundays

that brought out the worst in my brother and I

 

we each had to take baths the night before

dad shined our shoes

as if we were expecting royalty at the afternoon dinner table

and while I found no problem in wearing my dark suit

starched white shirt and tie

my brother

always seemed to question everything there was to do about Sundays

and why nothing ever changed from week to week

 

everyone seemed so satisfied with the lord's day status quo

tossing down hell and damnation on anyone

or anything

altering the weekly routine of how the Lord was served

 

as my brother got older

and more persistent in his revolution

he stopped wearing ties altogether

 

sometimes turtlenecks

sometimes sweaters...

one would barely guess that he was going to church at all

 

and so I began to ask questions

and imitate

and agitate

and suffer for MY cause

wearing my hair longer

wearing ties

becoming welcome as September pollen and hay fever fits

 

now

with the freedom of choice acquired with age

I sanitize and scrub myself

and my shoes

the night before

laying out a nice starched white shirt across the ironing board

and diligently

patiently

reverently

choose a matching tie...

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