Ask me how I tolerate stupid questions.

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Saw a bumper sticker yesterday:
"The Marines; when it absolutely, positively has to be destroyed overnight."

Today I read on three or four news sites:
"Taliban in Secret Talks to End War"
Secret? Really?

Tonight we went to Dominic's, a one-off Italian restaurant a couple of miles from our house. We went there for the first time a few months ago and it was good food in a casual atmosphere. Not very busy, either.
Tonight...
The food was still good. I had lasagna and Pam had meatballs. But halfway through our meal Dominic went over to a sound system in the corner and did bad covers of Frank Sinatra songs. I never knew Old Blue Eyes did so many songs. We got no refills on our water and waited longer to get the check than it took to eat our meals.
Ciao, Dominic.

Did you know people from Liverpool are called Liverpudlians? No kidding!

Q: What does the average drummer get on an IQ test?
A: Drool.

Q: What do you call 10 guys in a drum circle?
A: A dope ring.

Q: Why do guitarists put drum sticks on their dash?
A: So they can park in the handicap spot.

Q: How do you tell if the stage is level?
A: The drummer drools out of both sides of his mouth.

It doesn't take brains to play percussion. Even a tractor can do it.
Three Guitars and a Tractor
(from my brother the drummer)

Sunday, Jonah 4. Surprise ending to the story, and the key to understanding both the book and the heart of God.

Making good progress on some other church stuff, too.
Good day.