Yesterday was a good day, an excellent day.
The Professor, the Bishop, the Parson and I did the lunch thing. It would have been perfect except when the lady asked for our drink orders, I said "water". The next thing I felt was a kick under the table. The Professor had warned me not to ever use the term "water". He feared just the mention might precipitate an altercation between the Parson, who is an advocate of the full dunk method of baptizing and the Bishop who leans toward the sprinkling school of thought. The Professor prefers lunchtime conversation to be on a much less controversial level, the death penalty, abortion and which is better, M&M's plain or peanut. Personally, I believe the guys are well past such things, but if I had to cast my vote it would be for the Parson. The man gets involved in his baptisms, he puts on chest-high waders to do his thing. And, though I will admit, seeing a guy in rubber waders doesn't evoke religious thoughts, a mental picture of John the Baptist trying to balance a full grown Jesus in his arms over a baptismal font doesn't exactly inspire one to run to the altar either.
But, in spite of the Professor's concerns, there was no battle. We had fun.
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