The Joy of Street Corner Preaching
About every 2 weeks or so, I start to get all antsy around lunch time. Putting down my applesause and peanut butter sandwich, I head for the local college green. This is where corruptible minds go to and fro to their respective classes. Some stop and listen, others wonder if I am rushing for some fraternity, their impressions are mixed and ironically loony. The meaning of most of my preaching-speaches are often about breakfast cereals, fruit cakes, homestead cooking, and unclassifiable metaphors. It is by far, my favorite thing that i do and everything I write I test drive this way.