A SACRED IDAHO TRADITION
Every summer, my cousin-in-law Ron Ungerman and I make an effort to be photographed at this place of worship. This year, we were joined by Mr. Ridley Pearson.
We found the experience deeply moving. Especially Ridley.
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July 29, 2015
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Ha ha.
Posted by: Laffer Curve | July 29, 2015 at 08:11 PM
Until the resurrection.
Posted by: manual tomato | July 29, 2015 at 08:11 PM
Lookin' good, Mr. The Blog.
Has this church's name ever been a bone of contention for its parishioners?
Posted by: AmoebaStampede | July 29, 2015 at 08:21 PM
I would giggle when the preacher instructs the congregation to "rise."
Posted by: Heywood | July 29, 2015 at 11:09 PM
It looks like you were enjoying the day.
Posted by: Theresa | July 30, 2015 at 12:22 AM
The turbo-powered handbasket must be just out of the frame.
Posted by: wiredog | July 30, 2015 at 06:31 AM
Just try to go to the morning service.
Posted by: Loudmouth | July 30, 2015 at 10:20 AM
Altogether now!
O come to the church of the Big Wood,
Come to the church if you're male...
What time's the geezer bus leaving?
Posted by: ubetcha | July 31, 2015 at 10:53 AM
I'd like to meet its most staunch member.
Posted by: AmoebaStampede | July 31, 2015 at 04:01 PM