tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post116412018539920441..comments2023-10-24T05:05:24.143-07:00Comments on BULLET HOLES IN THE MAILBOX: HE FORGOT THAT IT WAS SUNDAYBulletholeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331404499950190378noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post-63303150341204996032018-12-26T07:04:55.064-08:002018-12-26T07:04:55.064-08:00Laughing. What a great story. Thanks for sharing S...Laughing. What a great story. Thanks for sharing Steve.David Kaniganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12286327653208414181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post-1164216527880495402006-11-22T09:28:00.000-08:002006-11-22T09:28:00.000-08:00What a great come-back for the preacher! And what...What a great come-back for the preacher! And what a funny, neat kid you were! And what a great golfer your frind is/was! <BR/><BR/>After reading your reply to Barbara, I have to say that if I were the Preacher who married you, I'd have brought a duck caller and used it at some great moment, like when they say, if anyone has objections speak now or forever hold your peace!!! Cost of the wedding: $30,000, Duck call? Priceless!Mother of Inventionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797365678860039018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post-1164207717356741922006-11-22T07:01:00.000-08:002006-11-22T07:01:00.000-08:00"I get no rethpect!"Are you sure it wasn't "AFFF-F..."I get no rethpect!"<BR/><BR/>Are you sure it wasn't "AFFF-FLAAAK!"Dave Renfrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04298793531156100705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post-1164206121827958042006-11-22T06:35:00.000-08:002006-11-22T06:35:00.000-08:00Barbara if I could make this stuff up I'd be rich....Barbara if I could make this stuff up I'd be rich. <BR/>Steve went on to College on a Golf Scholarship. I wonder just how many people have hit a hole in one the first time out. He is a bigshot with American Airlines now and credits his Golf game as part of his advancement.<BR/> Nancy graduated as Valedectorian of our Class; She was very smart. Smart enough to steer clear of me.<BR/>Fifteen years later, i was married in that Church, by the very same preacher in the story.bulletholeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13681107556161747976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post-1164149974925704562006-11-21T14:59:00.000-08:002006-11-21T14:59:00.000-08:00This sounds too good to be TRUE! Are you pulling ...This sounds too good to be TRUE! Are you pulling all of our legs?Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18356998698106275372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post-1164149706661556672006-11-21T14:55:00.000-08:002006-11-21T14:55:00.000-08:00I was always edging up towards Nancy come hand-hol...I was always edging up towards Nancy come hand-holdin' time. Its the oldest trick in the book.bulletholeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13681107556161747976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35136026.post-1164127741870566322006-11-21T08:49:00.000-08:002006-11-21T08:49:00.000-08:00LOL, Steve!!!!!! reminds me of the days as a chil...LOL, Steve!!!!!! reminds me of the days as a child (yes, long long ago) when I'd attend vacation bible school at my grandmother's very, very small church in West Va....there was this boy who always wanted to hold my hand, and would deliberately stand next to me during circle prayer time....I let him hold my elbow........my grandmother got the biggest kick out of that.....she still would remind me of it, up to her death 2 years ago.....Remember when.....she always liked to point out to me that he became an Optician......Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com