Some of my parishioners are afraid I'll come off the horse(s) and die. "Don't go so fast, Padre!" they say. They are serious horse people.
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I reply, "Don't worry, if things get tippy I'll just hold onto the pommel thing."
"Saddle horn," they reply.
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| Grace Slick |
Walk, trot, canter, gallop, run!
Arm the Kurds.
LSP
Do you wave a saber when you ride around the parsonage? If not, you should. It would give the fire and brimstone sermons a completely different context and who knows, I might fly to Texas to take in the ambience.
ReplyDeleteIt's rare day I'm not waving a saber.
ReplyDeleteYou should join in.
Ah Padre, visions of Lawrence of Austin...
ReplyDeleteI think what we'll do is get a Brigade of irregular horse together ("Parson's") and then MOVE SOUTH and raid Austin.
ReplyDeleteThere'd be stops along the way, "Fresh horses and whiskey for my men!" (thanks LL)
Maybe a stop in West for kolaches? Would it be a bit too much if I wore some of the trophies from our once-political enemies (now the hippies' idols), like an Ushanka or Chairman Mao haversack?
ReplyDeleteFor sure! I was banking on a stop in West. We'd get some recruits, re-provision and move on to Waco.
ReplyDeleteTrophies? By all means.
Can y'all bring me some? Sort of a final meal before death by saber? Would like a ham/cheddar savory one and a cream cheese. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteBut Jenny, we'll be there to liberate.
ReplyDeleteWith plenty of kolaches, savory, sweet, whatever.
This is very good news-- on both fronts.
ReplyDeleteDamn hippies keep trying to steal my new hedgehog hat.