If the Pews Are a' Rockin', Don't Collapse and Break My Ankles

Just a few random notes from church services on Easter Sunday.

* I hadn't been back home for Easter in a while; the church was packed to the rafters, standing room only (unlike, say Christmas).

Under those circumstances, trying to hold an entire pew for your alleged family qualifies as a mortal sin. (For everyone else, it's a test of faith.)

* Speaking of pews, they were awfully darn rickety and squeaky. I thought they were going to collapse, leading to a legion of broken ankles.

* During the reaffirmation of the baptismal vows ("Do you reject Satan and all his works, etc."), all I could think about was that scene from The Godfather.)

Yeah, I'm going to Hell.