dad – Call Me Lou.

But, I’m Not the Preacher.

You can keep saying no, but in the end God leads you places you never expected.

You sat down front because you were a preachers kid and dad wanted to keep an eye on you.

I was taught that God will pardon my sins. I’m also hoping God has a good sense of humor.

There is a thin line between stupid and fearless, sometimes.

The crash of glass was heard as I tried to make it through the door.

The security guard at St Francis Hospital challenged dad to prove he was a minister.

Dad had a drinking problem that caused shame, anger, and embarrassment as a minister.

Dad bought Spumoni ice cream which, as a child, I decided was torture.

I went at the other boy like a spider monkey on a sugar high, but Dad had a different idea.

I snuck away from a church picnic to slide down the spillway at the lake and nearly killed myself in the process.

Playing firefighter in the parsonage got too real when my plan went awry.