After sitting two hours in a wheelchair, in the sweltering heat of a Kentucky hill country revival meeting, he was bursting to pee.
Storms, typhoons and hurricanesharbingers of hope, couriers of carrion and calamity,lost or drowned,howling winds rip and tear,crash, roar…
Michael North, the pedestrian, the angel of judgement, in all his grey tuxedo- tail’d finery, walked up the center of Devonshire…