I have a Secret...
I have a secret to share. There are times I have had a few of them to keep quiet. There was a time at a business meeting outside of Atlanta, near the big chicken, when admitting that I was Jewish didn't seem like a good idea. Or the time driving through Knoxville when the radio in my rental was stuck on a station that was speaking about the subsequent civil war and the white people will rise again. There are numerous times in conversations for work, in particular, where the comments about partners come up, and you wonder if they know I am talking about Frank, and I wonder about others on the call. It doesn't seem necessary to describe my life and family, but I sometimes feel like one toe is in the closet without explaining more about my life. But today, my confession is a bit sarcastic and a bit serious. You see, Frank and I live in East Texas. No, that is not the confession, although, as a Gay Jew, it might be. We get up and do some very odd things. See, we have a cat and