Callaway Gardens

I mean, fire struck thunder.

Like the young lady up at Callaway Gardens a while back when I said, "I'm a tongue-talking Holy Ghost-filled priest." She comes out of that golf cart, high five, "Glory to God," she said.

"I...

You are gonna find somebody out here today." Hey, it's good to turn around and pay attention.

this is so i don't know why i'm so like wowed by this yeah i don't know i just i mean there's no you said there's one credit hour of class that you can possibly get out of this yep and you don't get paid i assume right

Back when they had the summer program at Callaway Gardens, we got paid to live in the circus dorm and be counselors to the kids and do eight shows a week.

But

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I told a story Wednesday night about something that happened to me on Tuesday, uh, this past week.

Uh, for several years I have gone and participated in, um, the Georgia Preachers golf tournament up in Callaway Gardens.

And on Tuesday, I believe it was, I was, um, riding with, playing in a foursome of three men that I did not know.

So, you know, I just sort of play it by ear.

She had done made that Christmas this little, like, pathway.

I mean, it felt like we were at Callaway Gardens.

You, you plop down on one knee, and I remember thinking, like, "Dang."

Do I say no?