Prose, inspired by a local writing group; a small introduction to a much larger piece! Plus, where the hell have I been for two weeks? — In seventy-two years I’ve struggled to pin down exactly what I believe. And I mean that holistically too, and not just in a religious sense. Do I believe in this cold, plastic, perspiring receptacle that dampens small sponges with water? Do I believe in my son, who presently dabs at…