There we were on the back porch, just me, Old Blue and a razor sharp kukri. Typical, maybe a glass of well chilled wine was involved. Then the sat phone rang. Yes, it was the Wolf.
"Are you able to pay full time clergy or is it all volunteer, like the Mormons?" I thought about this for maybe a second, "No, we're all good in this diocese, unlike, say, the Episcopalians. They're running out of cash to pay full time pastorenes. Go figure."
"Maybe this will help," offered LL with an infovid of PMC WAGNER recruiting out of some penal colony. "Good call. We'll bus those convicts straight to the homes of Episcopalien bishops. Kinda like sanctuary cities but house church."
"Exactly," said the Wolf, who proceeded to lay out preliminary plans for the operation. All well and good, then a rambunctious soldier burst through the back door, full of youthful high spirits allied to fitness, "Hey Dad, how's it going!" I stared into his EyePros. "Everything's good, kid, we're just fixing to solve a clergy staffing crisis. Working title? OPERATION MARTHA'S VINEYARD."
Have a beautiful Sunday.
Cheers,
LSP
4 comments:
Kukris are awsome. I ordered one just like yours from Nepal. However, I ordered the horn handle but got a wodden handle. Kinda hard to sharpen, though. The blade is so thick.
Better hurry up before the Vinyard subsides beneath the waves, wot?
You might want to have a go with a grinder, Anon. And I like the wooden handles, workmanlike. Good knives, eh?
The race is on, Wild.
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