On New Year’s Eve I found a four-leaf clover in a patch of poison ivy, and
now I’m waiting for a rash of good luck.
I don’t feel religious out in the woods cutting firewood. Seems I can no
longer hear a Stihl small voice.
Questions asked by grif.net reader REM (who may be spending too much time in
the workshop):
Does the pope keep his hat in a miter box?
Why doesn’t the coping saw claim more blessings?
Are wooden idols made by chiselers?
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Dr Bob Griffin
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“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”