Reverend Ref +

OKAY, I'LL BITE

I normally delete all those e-mails that say something like, "Someone loves you. Show everyone else you love them and pass this on," or some equally sappy thing. Now, if you participate in forwarding these things on, hey, that's up to you; but I don't get into that. I don't need a generic mass-emailing to tell me who loves me, or likes me, or that Jesus loves me, or that the world will end if I break the chain.

However, Susie, Ryan, and now my good buddy Jane have posted this little ditty about memories. Maybe it's the time of day. Maybe I'm procrasting from that sermon just a little too long. But either way, I'm giving into the Lemming urge and following the gang. So, for all three readers, post away. And if you aren't Susie, Ryan or Jane, I'll look for this particular item on YOUR blog.

If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, please post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.