Do they see God face to face? And what of their hearts? My faith tells me that as the accretions of their limited earthly existence disappear, they become more of who they really are. A quietly smiling, robust Curt whose humor and wry creativity reigns free of the shadows of sin. A Jack whose love of books and films translates to unimaginable apprehension of the richness of the human story.
John Prine, a favorite of Curt, says it all. Curt, buddy, this one's for you! AND HOW ABOUT THEM PHILS???
Fish and Whistle, by John Prine
I been thinking lately about the people I meet
The carwash on the corner and the hole in the street
The way my ankles hurt with shoes on my feet
And I'm wondering if I'm gonna see tomorrow.
Father forgive us for what we must do
You forgive us we'll forgive you
We'll forgive each other till we both turn blue
Then we'll whistle and go fishing in heaven.
I was in the army but I never dug a trench
I used to bust my knuckles on a monkey wrench
Then I'd go to town and drink and give the girls a pinch
But I don't think they ever even noticed me.
Fish and whistle, whistle and fish
Eat everything that they put on your dish
And when we get through we'll make a big wish
That we never have to do this again again
On my very first job I said thank you and please
They made me scrub a parking lot down on my knees
Then I got fired for being scared of bees
And they only give me fifty cents an hour.