Oh, I think I'll just start with the time I was napping during the church service @ Bethel Baptist in Ridgetop while lying in Pompaw's lap. We were in one of the back pews while the antique pastor, Bro. Miles was giving quite a moving sermon. During those days, the preacher was just under God on the religious totem pole, so he had everyone's attention. As I was dreaming away, uneffected by the stirring message, I pooted (evidently loudly). No one saw anyone but Pompaw, as I lay sleeping. I never wondered until now what the poor pew neighbors did, but I woke to see many shoulders shaking with laughter. Well, Bro. Miles was not amused, and reprimanded the congregation for losing their dignity during the service. That's all I remember, but sweet Pompaw took the "heat" for my poot and never mentioned it.
Tee Hee, Sister Rita
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