My eight-year-old grandson Huxley was baptized last Sunday in a Lutheran church. The Lutheran minister wore a pair of worn Levis, a tee-shirt with a faded graphic of some kind, and a pair of plastic garden clogs. I’m not much of a natty dresser (grey running shoes, black sweatpants that look like regular trousers, and […]
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