Jesus Said Clean Your Room
Clutter has always been an issue for me. It’s a known fact that creative people aren’t organized. There, I said it. We can’t help it. Everything we see has so much potential. You know, for use in that project, one day. I came by this problem genetically. Growing up, my father had a legitimate junkyard on our property. Our house was on 3.5 acres. It was a red brick home that started out in this world as a church on Buckner Boulevard in East Dallas. Daddy had it moved to our property in sections. I cannot recall whether the church was free or just extremely cheap, but everyone said the moving it part was expensive. I’ve never been good at estimating distance, but Daddy reassembled the church, sans 4 of the 7 gables and the stained-glass windows, about half a football field from our single wide trailer, which became a 70s rural version of a Pods container. We just used it for storage. For instance, that’s where daddy kept his professional bacon slicer. Seasonally, he would drag the slicer into the kitchen and slice our bacon from whatever part of a hog bacon originates. Where the hog originated, I cannot say.
