Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, Expelled Philosopher, and Maladroit Carpenter Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
What The...? A Pool Party?!
This morning, while I was casually composing Sunday's program and readying for my academic year premier at Rumsey Hall, a great commotion shook the Rectory [not to mention set to rocking the Chief Wahoo bobblehead].
It turns out my neighbors are building a pool. Next to the parking lot. And the Rectory. With earth-moving equipment parked in our lot. [Really, folks, you should ask to park here, as one never knows when a funeral or some other such event will take place during the week. I'm a friendly guy, so I'm told. Churches aren't just open on Sundays, you know. Well, maybe you don't know, but still....]
Anyway, to salute my neighbors' bold new plan for their property, and for turning the Rectory's tap water brown, I offer these two articles: