In Louisville Kentucky, home of the Kentucky Derby, everyone follows the horses. Even the Baptists. So it comes as no surprise to me that as my friends (The Rock and Roll Mothers) were driving home from Gulf Shores last Saturday Katie suggested they find the Preakness on the radio. No go. Then she remembered that her IPhone could pick up satellite radio and she searched frantically pushing buttons like crazy to no avail until they decided it was hopeless and gave up.
Next morning found Katie and her retired pastor husband in church. As the preacher was settling into the heart of the sermon-- somewhere from the depths of Katie's purse a shout was heard; "AND THEY'RE OFF......!!!".
The congregants of Stanford Christian church were privy to most of the race's excitement while Katie furiously dug through the sun glasses, sun screen, restaurant stubs and all of the fall out of a week at the beach only to experience temporary memory loss over how to turn the dang thing off.
Now, in Kentucky horse racing is near religion but I think Katie took it a little too far.
Next morning found Katie and her retired pastor husband in church. As the preacher was settling into the heart of the sermon-- somewhere from the depths of Katie's purse a shout was heard; "AND THEY'RE OFF......!!!".
The congregants of Stanford Christian church were privy to most of the race's excitement while Katie furiously dug through the sun glasses, sun screen, restaurant stubs and all of the fall out of a week at the beach only to experience temporary memory loss over how to turn the dang thing off.
Now, in Kentucky horse racing is near religion but I think Katie took it a little too far.
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