The BIG Breakup
Here’s a story about a little boy…
I was born a baby boomer in the Spring of the year nineteen hundred and fifty-five.
In my formative years I was shuttled off to Sunday School and church like any good little Southern boy of the day.
Ya see, my dad was one of those men who participated quite a bit in the Church.
He was on this board or that, Sunday School teacher, the whole nine yards.
He was a founding member of a new church which was an offshoot of the one that he, and subsequently myself, were born into.
Thus was my indoctrination regular and thorough, according to the Methodist way.