A good kick in the rear can teach many lessons.
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Coffee Anyone?
The center dipped down to the pedals,….. so my skirt wouldn’t fly up while riding.
Momma is Listening.
My little sister and I grew up with an electronic device listening and monitoring our every move.
Just A Pretend Fire.
A little bit is good, but more is better………Right? Especially when it comes to fire…………..or was that ice cream?
Jump, John, Jump!
Jumping from the parsonage roof with a homemade parachute couldn’t possibly end badly. Could it?
The Gold Stud.
Dad was a Christ-loving pacifist. That was the only reason I lived to reach the age of 18.
The Crash of Glass.
The crash of glass was heard as I tried to make it through the door.
Climb That Mountain!
We had to climb to the peak of that mountain and live to tell the tale. Unfortunately for us, we lived in Kansas, so the nearest mountain was over 600 miles away, in Colorado.
Dad Had a Drinking Problem…
Dad had a drinking problem that caused shame, anger, and embarrassment as a minister.
Angel on my Bumper.
An angel on my bumper was the one thing I could give the retired preacher when he was close to death.
Dance with a Snake?
Dad bought Spumoni ice cream which, as a child, I decided was torture.
Shocking,.. Just Shocking!
That toy truck flew like a rocket when we put the electricity to it. And nearly killed the neighbor doing it.
All Time Greatest?
I snuck away from a church picnic to slide down the spillway at the lake and nearly killed myself in the process.
Fire, Fire,..Oops!
Playing firefighter in the parsonage got too real when my plan went awry.
The Methodist Ladies, A Dead Body, and the Baptist Church.
We launched a tire from the roof of the parsonage during a church ladies meeting. Someone thought a dead body had fallen.
The Great Cave Expedition.
Exploring the church crawlspace on a secret mission. We thought we’d been successful until unforeseen circumstances intervened.
A Name to Be Proud of..
I was ashamed by my first name until I found out the wonderful story of my namesake. Now just call me Lou.
