As a teen, I went to a revival meeting out on a hillside overlooking the Bay of Fundy, here in Canada. I went, of course, because a girl asked me to. Her father was a Baptist minister, so I figured that would provide me a bit of leverage for what was really on my mind. Holy Moley, it worked!
As a teen, I went to a revival meeting out on a hillside overlooking the Bay of Fundy, here in Canada. I went, of course, because a girl asked me to. Her father was a Baptist minister, so I figured that would provide me a bit of leverage for what was really on my mind. Holy Moley, it worked!