Every Easter. Directly after church. Still dressed for church. In a car without air conditioning.
The good part was we'd stop to eat somewhere. Usually fried chicken of some sort. Once I failed to count the change from the purchase. It was a long time before we heard the end of that. I cost the family ten bucks at a time when ten dollars was worth something.
I'm not sure I could find that church now. Perhaps this summer we can recovery that little bit of family history.
Not to worry. I won't be stopping for fried chicken this time. More likely, fried chicken livers.
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