My two old men

Lars a full head of white hair, straight back, dapperly dressed. Always on time, which I am not. Always alert, I admit to the occasional doze. Today he was in chipper mood, greeting by smile and nod, fully pulled together. Bob, also a full head of gray hair, but also with a beard, a bit straggly. Also, nearly always on time, he looks like he lives on the street, but it is always clean, always singing with the hymns, always shaking hands during the Peace. Today at the Lord’s Prayer he crossed the aisle to link hands with mine, I alone in my pew. At the end of service he invited me to have a snack at the coffee hour. Today, when I though I would have no one to talk to, I had Lars and Bob.