FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 90

 With the congregation gathered around, Doocy was prepared to go on.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 89

As you know by now, Doocy was Shakespeare and Twain combined when it came to exaggerating, overstating, and embellishing repetitive hyperbole.In the twinkling of an eye, this theatre of a brick job became nothing less than a full-fledged musical. Broadway it was.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 88

Oblivious to my immediate surroundings – being wrapped between my mind’s wanderings and Doocy’s pontificating, which is a word invented for no other reason than to describe what was taking place that foggy morning – an audience had gathered out behind the truck.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 87

As I’ve said, Doocy was an enigma. I don’t know any other way to say it.You could argue with him, and it didn’t matter if everybody in Randolph County knew he was wrong – he’d hold out to the bitter end and get the last word even if it was his inaudible mumbling as he stomped away.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 86

Even though Corrina was not directly involved in the hoopla that would soon be ablaze that morning, generally just her presence or even the prospect of her coming strolling up the road onto the job at any minute could throw gasoline on anything.