That reminds me of one of my favorite cousins. Billy Ray was a preacher's son and when his daddy would visit he'd come along. When they sat around the parlor talking, cousin Billy would take me walking. Through the backwoods we'd go walking, then he'd look into my eyes. Lord knows, to my surprise - the only one who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man. The only boy who could ever teach me, was the sweet talkin' son of a preacher man.
Yes he was.
He was.
Ooh-hoo........I said he was.
(Sorry, I was channeling Liza there for a moment.)
Seriously, NJQT - I love that story. I have someone at work I am going to tell that to tomorrow. She is really going through a rough time. Lots of health issues in her family.