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The general church many oh-so sacri-religous and holier than thou-arted him behind his back. The story amongst us youth was that he was ministering to everyone, not just the pious church-goers very Christ-like. There was one time when we jimmied our way into the new church addition after dark, when the place was all closed up and we were playing ping pong. The pastor's house was across the parking lot and a bit of distance, and though we pulled the shades he came in and caught us. He didn't throw us out but played with us instead. He didn't last long.

The rich people found-out and they weren't happy. Something about the blinds they paid for as well as all the money they had contributed to the whole shinning new facade. I remember a bunch of us kids were assigned to go out and visit only-sometime-parishioners, to collect money during the drive for the the new addition. We visited a couple with a retarded daughter. They said they had no money but gave us their last ten dollars. The contrast between them and the rich stuck at the age.

Probably the breaking point was when a bunch of us including myself, Chris, a friend named Dicky and a bunch of others had a beer party in the church basement. Dicky's brother worked at the general store for Mr. Nix. Dickey found out through this brother, that there was a bunch of beer stored in the garage at Mr. Nix's house. With me driving, Dicky stole a case of beer out of the garage, when he knew no one was home.

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