So we’re getting in the car, my son and I, to go to the church for the Friday night Akathist Hymn. My girls, mom to boot, were headed to Huntsville for DOWAMA Winter Camp (Texas Style). Before he goes to close and lock the gate, my son throws into the car his DSI and one cowboy boot. I back the car up; he shuts, locks, and joins me in the car. Knowing he was probably planning to serve as altar... Read more