07 June 2007

Thank you, Jesus.

On any one day, Divine Providence does its best to frustrate the Colonel.

Then, lo, one day a moving van appears in front of the house of his surly, sorry, chickenshit neighbors and the evidence accumulates that now is the time of the Big Move to somewhere else.

Why, it's enough to make a man want to sit in the first pew till his last breath.

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