The story is BRILLIANT, Tam! You must be channeling Flannery O'connor. The story makes me laugh, remembering an incident in a store when I was buying a piece of lingerie for my wife. The woman who waited on me was probably in her 60's (which seemed quite old at the time.) When I expressed interest in a particular item, she held it up in front of her so I could see what it looked like "on." The other saleswomen in the store were of similar vintage or older (maybe even as old as I am now) and they all burst into face-flushing giggles. I imagine they retold the whole experience many times over, with northern accents...

Hey, Jim:

I'm glad you enjoyed the Green Bay Packers story. I'm getting more background on the man, whose name I've long since forgotten. I just called him Jim because the name carries such prestige. As it turns out, his name was Curtis Cowan. My friend Frankie from the Messengers remembered it. I'm going to find out who he was, as I didn't know him at all. His nickname was "Peewee," and he was active in my church, long before my coming. I may want to include a little about his life and how he came to be living alone in a modest apartment.

Jerry