"How's it going?"
"Oh, ok for an old guy, but I hear you've been jumpy."
"Yeah, I was a soldier for quite a while and ...well, Sid, you wouldn't know."
"Francis, I was a teacher for 45 years. I know what stress is."
"Do you? Do you really?"
"Really. What is real, this dove in your hand that I touch with my hand?
"It's made of plaster, Sid. The dove is an idea."
"We too are ideas, around which garden sculptures are cast, but there are doves above us."
"Yes, that's why Geo. built this little Catholic church over me. I never had one of my own."
"Me neither, still don't, but he glues me back together from time to time. Last month, my head fell off."
"Looks fine now."
"Yeah he used cork and caulk. Norma's going to bronze me. So, Francis, why is Geo. so fond of you?"
"Well, he's very taken with something I said a thousand years ago: 'Preach the Gospel at all times and, when absolutely necessary, use words'. What's he like about you?"
"This quote: 'Until you make peace with who you are you'll never be content with what you have.'"
"You never said that, Sid."
"I know, Francis. Doris Mortman did. But you don't argue with someone who's gluing your head back on."