Okay, I was in church this morning gasp. Yes, me, in church, and NO, the roof didn't fall in, just like it didn't last week and won't next week.

So, I was amused at the preacher's comments during children's moments, he was talking about going to a practice round in Augusta last week, and how Mecca can mean many different things when you look at it different ways. So, he went blah blah blah, and so on, cause when I heard Mecca, I thought of Raleigh, and Clay, and whatnot. Sue me.

So, after the children came back down the aisle after putting their palm branches on the alter, the choir did a simply amazing aria, by Bach, Aria 51, if that means anything to anyone. Simply wonderful violin solo, and an amazing bass voice, along with the pipe organ. Gave me chills.

Then the sermon. Which was kinda funny to me. Cause it was this hick story regarding F. Lee Bailey coming to duck hunt in Stuttgart, Arkansas. Was it true? Prolly not. But I DID hear it in church. : )

So, anyway, ole F. Lee was out with a group of guys at some swank duck club in Stuttgart. They all let loose and shot down a BUNCH of ducks. Bunches of them were far away, and the dogs set off to retrieve. But F. Lee sees his duck fall down just across the fence. So he commences to climb the fence to retrieve his own duck.

He gets over the fence, and meets up with a farmer who has just climbed off his tractor. Said farmer says, he does, who are you and what are you doing?

Well, F. Lee tells him he is just getting his duck. Farmer looks at him and says, ain't your duck, it's on my property.

F. Lee says, well, you must not know who I am, because this MOST certainly is my duck, and I can take you to court and prove eight ways from Sunday how it is so.

So, Farmer scratches his head and says, well, now, don't think that's necessary, we can settle this the Arkansas way. The Arkansas three kick rule.

Hmm, F. Lee scratches his head and asks what that entails.

Farmer says, well, each of us gets three kicks at the other, and the last man standing wins. My game, my property, I'll go first. F. Lee nods his head. Then Farmer comes at him and KICKS him in the shin. F. Lee bends over in pain. Farmer then kicks him in the chest, knocking him down. THEN Farmer kicks ole F. Lee in the head.

Few minutes later F. Lee staggers to his feet and looks at Farmer. Says, okay, my turn.

Farmer turns around and walks off. Says, nah, you can have the duck. : )

Just goes to show, says the preacher, sometimes you have to lose to win.

I been scratching my head and thinking like ole F. Lee all day. Makes me grin every time.