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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

When Turkey Is Served

Whenever my father preached a sermon that he thought was a dud, at the Sunday dinner table (we called our noon meal dinner) he would say with a grin and chuckle that his sermon that day had been “a turkey.”  I feel the same way about my blog.  Now and then I hope the reader will find some good things, but now and then also the reader is sure to find some turkeys.  When this occurs I hope besides the wince, the reader will be able to chuckle at my foolishness and hopefully, on second glance, I will chuckle too.

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