My Dad says a lot of things that I deem worthy of a book. If I can ever get myself together outside of a ballpark, volleyball game or classroom, I hope to write one. For some reason, these nuggets sprang to mind. I like to keep my people entertained 😉.
I was in the youth group at church and every so often we would lead the Sunday night service. A youth would be assigned to pray and, if nervous or uncomfortable, would read the prayer.
On one fateful Sunday night, a girl read her prayer. It was a painful reading with pauses and mispronounced words and ums and uhs. I tried to keep my eyes closed.
When the service was over, all Dad did was look at me, close his eyes, and say "please, God, teach me to read."
On another Baptist occasion Dad and I were sharing a pew and a very lovely older man was singing a country song during which he would also randomly speak. At one point, Dad just leaned over to me and said, "I'll take two Bud Lights."
Bill Rowe. The Man. The Myth. The Legend.
That's all.
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