”Anybody in here have germs? I asked, to the slight embarrassment of my wonderful wife.
A lady opposite jerked her thumb at her husband, “He does,” she said.
I wasn’t trying to start anything but it’s like a sardine factory here. Not a mask in sight but I did see a couple on the floor.
I don’t know how long the Moon Pies will hold out in the exhibit hall but if everyone took four like I did, maybe not long. Two chocolate and two vanilla. Wanted to share if necessary.
I watched the SBC Executive Committee plenary session live stream. Interesting. I’ll strongly disagree with the “throw ‘em all out” crowd but the EC isn’t our best look right now.
I’m an alumnus of Mid-America Baptist Theological Seminary. You know, the one with the tie in to the Conservative Baptist Network. Their booth in the exhibit hall was rather dead. The six seminaries hummed with activity. I don’t exactly know what the mabts people are thinking.
All this warlike language. Not helpful. This is a fairly sedate gathering. Folks I know are angry about a lot of things, though. Maybe a clear picture of the future tomorrow.
Did I hear right? At my hotel some complimentary alcoholic beverages. I always got a deacon to go to the liquor store if we needed rum for a rum cake. Any deacons around?
Big Cow day camp. Mad Cow convention. It’s where we’re at.
And tip like a Christian. Not like a Southern Baptist.
I don’t know what happened to that Moon Pie. Just disappeared.