sunday mornings

There is a tiny percentage of Americans who feel about their Sunday New York Times the way Charlton Heston used to feel about his guns. Those people love nothing more than to spend a Sunday morning sipping coffee and getting their fingers ink-stained. I used to be that way. It was about as wonderful an experience as you can imagine. All that great writing. All that coffee.

When I was a teenager, my mother had a habit of waking me up on Sunday mornings by asking what I was wearing to church. “Ummm, probably my pink Laura Ashley dress,” I’d say groggily. Mom would flit off somewhere and I’d rub my eyes and stumble into the shower, emerging fully dressed from my room an hour later to find her wearing a pink outfit that perfectly coordinated with mine.

I know this isn’t entertainment related, but, this is the county I call home.  If you are interested in helping with clean up this weekend in Castalian Springs…read on, friends and neighbors.

TORNADO CLEAN-UP THIS WEEKENDVOLUNTEERS & DONATIONS NEEDED

Gallatin City Hall Parking Lot

Saturday & Sunday

Arrive between 8am & 10am

submitted by frequent contributor Rev. Charles Strohacker
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