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Show 33, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] "Well I've let my church membership lapse--" "At softball. A big sort such as yourself?" "If I may boast I won a small trophy with the Clifford Funeral Home nine I should say ten, of Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio." "And your business in the Keys?" "Teaching. At Coral Beach." "So you're at the school, eh?" His eyes glittered. "Well that's my next project--" "Parson?" "After this Blessing of the Fleet thing. And all the time these sermonettes." "The T.V. stumping, sir?" "The social gospel. A snippet of verse. How to Tell A Christian in a Crowd, that sort of thing--" "That's very catchy." "Exactly. A mission. Seems to be my true calling in life. Polishing those little homilies that go off into the night--you know them, then." "I have lain there, Dr. Lloyd, in the void between FINAL EDITION and the fierce wings of those daredevils, the Blue Angels, longing for my lost church camp innocence and the benediction of taps--" "So, for the unchurched, the demographics of the thing, a high percentage of lost souls, do you think I'll be reaching the troubled, then, the damned, even?" |