Kindly Talk

It was fifty feet wide and over 200 feet in length. It was something to behold and I must admit I was rather proud of it. It was the only garden in miles. It had tomatoes, cantaloupe, melons, peas, green beans, and corn. I was the dumb preacher that planted my seed on top of the plow furroughs instead of at the bottom of the furroughs like the local farmers. When they heard how I planted my garden they sure teased me about it. Folks laughed about my garden as far as twenty miles away.

But we received some very heavy rains and it destroyed all the gardens except one, and it was mine, the dumb preacher that planted my seed on top of the plow furroughs. Each Sunday after church I would load people up with all types of vegetables from the dumb preacher’s garden. (more…)

He was a full-bird infantry colonel and just being around him made me ill. It wasn’t just his attitude of pride and lack of concern for his men, but it was his mouth. However; I treated him like I would any officer–with respect, but this guy was an (as my father would say) “a toilet tongue”. My dad, Emmett Linebarger had some unique words for people who spewed out their vulgarities; such as toilet tongue, latrine lips, (more…)

[In this article: Because Women Wear Pants, Corpus Christi, Texas Will Be Destroyed. (That is what the guy who came into my office said, but the title was bit too long for me to put it on the title line of this blog.)]

I was in my office studying while the church secretary delivered some outgoing mail. I had told her “not to lock the door” that I could easily hear someone come into the building. The door made a terribly loud squeaking noise. However, one of our church members, irritated by the high pitch noise, had put some WD-40 on it. I didn’t know that. (more…)