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“I am, I said.” Neil Diamond’s voice filled the gay bar in Detroit when I walked in.

Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do. Yesterday, as I waited for the light on 15th Ave. to turn green, I spotted a pigeon on the road.

Nearly every night on our walk, Lincoln and I pass a nice man who is heading in the opposite direction.

It was a bit of a lonely, scary and needy time for me after The Michigan Catholic dropped my weekly column because I came out publicly in 1974.

“You don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone,” I said to Ray while we held hands before dinner.

In my heart and mind, I have a connection to every living thing, past, present and future.