Donny

I had to return to Las Vegas on Thursday evening to clean up another mess my little brother got himself into. I came back home this afternoon.

When my mom dropped me off at the airport, she said, "Hey, there's Jimmy Swaggart" and pointed to the sidewalk in front of the terminal (if you don't remember, Jimmy Swaggart is the famous Televangelist that was caught with a hooker). I didn't believe her, so after she drove away I walked up to him. Sure enough, it was THE Jimmy Swaggart.

My parents pastored a church most of my growing up years. As a kid I listened to audio tapes of Bible Stories told by Jimmy Swaggart for kids. I mentioned to Jimmy that I used to really love his "Duddley Mugwump" character as a kid. He laughed about that and told me the story of how he came up with the character.


Then he asked me what I do for a living. I told him, "I don't want to tell you." (I didn't want to tell him because the conversation had been very pleasant up until that time). He insisted on hearing about it. So I told him. He asked if I intended to return to God. I told him I did not intend to do so.

So we parted ways with Jimmy saying, "Donny, I will be praying for you."

Holy Shit! Now one of "God's Generals" will be praying for me! Should I be scared?