Knucklheads And Goths
At the very tail end of this years issue, presented as one of the "10 best uses of duct tape" stories, I found this, which I share in its entirety.
Knuckleheads and GothsNor do I. Thanks, Rev. Dan, for a great story. Hope you're reaching all the Goths and knuckleheads in Palestine, Texas.
As a member of the clergy, I refer to duct tape in its ecclesiastical designation, "God on a Roll," becaues it fixes everything.
A while back, I was a youth minister at the biggest church of all our congregations. I was doing my job so well, they fired me a year later. Seems the kids I was bringing into the youth group were not the kids they wanted -- skaters, Goths, knuckleheads who needed a connection to the Big Guy. So I was fired.
I found another church and prepared to move. Amongst my stuff was a built-from-scratch barbecue smoker that held sentimental attachment. As I was hammering down the freeway in my truck, pulling a loaded trailer, the smoker began to move and shift about and broke the ropes and tie-downs. I stopped three or four times to fix it, but to no avail. So I pulled over a last time and agonized over what to do. I was in the middle of nowhere and it was after midnight and I had no more rope.
I sat there on the end of the trailer knowing I was going to have to dump the coooker over the side. I took a big dip of Copenhagen and began to say my goodbyes. As I walked around to the passenger side of my truck to get a box knife to cut it loose, I spotted a Wal-Mart bag lying alongside the road. I went to pick it up, knowing it contained either soiled diapers or a human head, but lo and behold, it contained three brand-new rolls of duct tape. Which I used to secure my cooker to the trailer for the rest of the trip.
Coincidence? I don't think so.
The Reverend Dan Bubach