Into my cups

Two or three years ago, Tony Alamo
appeared at a local church.  He was going to tell
us what the secret of life was, I think, but
years earlier, John Fairweather had told me a story
with a one-word answer:  it started with an "F". 
So I didn't go to hear Tony Alamo. 

Funny thing!  Tony Alamo was just sentenced
to 175 years in prison for coercing five young
girls to be his wives; really young girls!

This morning I went to a memorial service. 
A very old preacher concluded the service
by reciting a patchwork quilt of Bible verses--
the kind that inspired us to recognize our wretchedness--
and then singing two verses of "Jesus loves me,
this I know", in several keys, all at once.

This afternoon Dan and Mari coerced me
into seeing the movie, "A Serious Man",
by the Coen brothers.  That was uplifting!

So now I am settling down for some serious drinking.
If the doorbell rings, I am not going to answer it.