Memory revival!

I was talking to my Sainted Southern Mother when the conversation turned, as conversations do, to Ray Stevens' "The Mississippi Squirrel Revival."

SSM told me the story of a fella who attended Wednesday night services at the Pentecostal church by her childhood home out in the country. He had a proclivity for getting his Holy Ghost on and running around the sanctuary.



One night, he got so taken by the spirit he ran right out the front door and jumped off the front steps. The two sleeping, unsuspecting hound dogs he landed on weren't particularly filled with Christian forgiveness.

I like to imagine being inside the sanctuary, hearing the dog yelps then snarling attack sounds and saying, "Somebody ought to go out there and check on Earl."