I drove one of my Beehives home from mutual Wednesday night and I made a comment about The Andy Griffith Show.
She said, “What’s that?”
“What’s what?” I asked.
“The Andy… whatever, whatever?”
“You’ve never heard of The Andy Griffith Show?” I asked.
“Nope,” she shook her head. And then I cried for the youth of our nation.
I’ve decided that for one of our activities, we’re going to eat popcorn popped from an air popper and watch The Andy Griffith Show.
PS: my daughter asked me what a radio was a few weeks ago.
PPS: when we got the mail last week, my daughter asked me if she could open my “e-mail.” Again, I cried for the youth of our nation.
Before I go, I need to share something with you. Gather ’round. My brother was here yesterday, and we went into town together. As we exited the highway, we found ourselves behind a vinyl-clad truck. It had only good things to say about God, and we got a kick out of it. The back tail-gate was emblazoned with “JESUSAVES.” I didn’t think anything of it until my brother asked, “Where’s Jesus Avenues?”
Anyone?
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