And that is the way it was

Out To Pastor

I have lived long enough to realize that things usually go their own way. I may want something to go one way, but eventually, it all boils down to going the other way.

That is no truer than when the gracious mistress of the parsonage and I travel somewhere. We usually use her Sissy Van, so I give her the honor of driving. After all, I sure do not want to drive a Sissy Van.