The wonderful part of living in
the mid-Atlantic is that during September and October the weather is
incredible. There is a great propensity
of crystal blue skies, the temperature is either cool with a warm sun or warm
with a cool breeze, and long shadows are a harbinger of the coming autumn. It
is not uncommon to find roadside stands offering travelers pumpkins, mums, and
corn mazes for entertainment.
We were traveling north on US
Route 13 in Delaware. Angie, ever watchful for interesting things for us to
explore, saw a sign, along the highway, for the Christian Church of Seafood. My
mind started considering the interesting dogmatic contortions of theology that
might be associated with such a congregation. I was beginning to consider
scenarios such as the church was founded by fishermen; or, more bizarrely, a
sacrament involved some edible piscatory items, perhaps involving five loaves of
bread. That was, until I realized that we were in the town of Seaford,
Delaware, and Angie had misread the sign, a mistake I usually make.
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