[Story from a friend who reported it as true.]
It was Fr=
iday night after a long week of summer school. I didn’t want to=
just get on the bus and go home. All my buddies were going out to re=
lax a bit and have some fun. I jumped in their car and joined them.
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We “cruised” up and down the main street of town, caught a burg=
er at the A&W, watched the school football game, flirted with the cheer=
leaders from the other school, then went bowling and hit the Dairy Queen be=
fore it closed a midnight. It got later than I thought, so I finally begged=
off and asked them to drop me at home.
When I got home, the lights were still on=
and my mother was up, sitting in the kitchen, obviously peeved. The =
first thing she asked was, “Do you know what time it is?”
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Odd questio=
n. She had a clock right there on the kitchen wall all that time, so I poin=
ted out to my mom that she was old enough to tell time.
Even =
at 16, I knew that might have crossed the line. She said, “You’=
re grounded for the next 10 days.”
I responded, “But the Renaissance =
Festival is coming next weekend. That’s no fair!”
She replied, =
“Yep. That’s just what I said.”
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Dr Bob Griffin =
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"Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"=
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