[Tennessee_Bob]

What kind of beer do you have? Or, barring that - got any pretzels?

Brother Bob! Another applicant!

[Sally'sConcerns]

No pretzels but I have lots of the homemade chex mix. Also new, unopened bags of several different types of chips. Oh, and a brand new unopened tub of french onion dip. Of course I can be persuaded (rather easily) to go after bean dip and Frito's.

Living in a small town like I do, the choice in beer is rather limited. I have a couple of the large size Heineken's. If I want the better stuff I have to preorder and wait for it to come in so it's just easier to buy Heineken and suffer in silence.

[NicknamedBob]

The drinking of beer is not a necessary sacrament, which is a good thing, because I have to yield to the realities of my drinking problem.

I keep running out of beer...

Actually, it goes more along these lines...


My Frequent Prayer
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My eyes are stained glass windows,
God’s light shines to my soul.
With every breath I take,
I thank God for my role.

I have a part to play, you see.
With loneliness around.
For every only child I know,
A brother he has found.

There’s music in the world, I hear,
A drumbeat booms within my chest.
I’m mindful that God wrote the score,
With every drummer’s rest.

And flutes there are, and fifes so sweet,
That glide across the day.
The feathered players know the tunes,
And never ask for pay.

My friends go by, they’re off to church,
And pray that I will follow.
But water becomes wine to me,
A sacrament to swallow,

And every crust of bread, to me,
Is sacred to behold,
And every coin that comes to me,
I feel is made of gold.

I’m thankful for each breath I take,
With every word I say,
I just wish folks could understand,
That this is how I pray.



NicknamedBob . . . . . . 18 January 2004