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the heat, just as they do now, a reminder that some things never change.

If you had a grove of trees of any type, you gloried in the most wonderful thing there was to enjoy— abundant shade which provided comfort and relief from the sun.

It was always hot in church. The windows were always open and sometimes there was a bit of a breeze, but the hellfire and damnation sermon countered that.

I was always intrigued that the minister could paint such a graphic picture of how bad hades was, his voice rising like the tides of destruction he referenced, and you are fanning furiously with Kent Funeral

Home fans. Those handheld fans didn’t do all that much for the heat, helping with the smallest of doses, but they were good to keep the gnats out of our eyes and away from your face.

I can remember how everybody talked about how wonderful a place that heaven would be, and I was always thinking that it was good to aspire to go there, concluding that surely there were no gnats or rattlesnakes in heaven.

While everybody prayed for rain, I was happy to join in, but I never prayed without reserving time for defense of rattlesnakes. I prayed that I would never come close to one of those slithering unprintable’s.

When my Sunday School teacher said that the serpent, which tempted Eve, was cast out of the Garden of Eden, I knew it had to be a rattlesnake.

My conclusion is there will always be good and bad in the world. When it is miserably hot, the blooms of the Crepe Myrtle give us emotional peace with their soothing blooms which last indefinitely.

When football begins, heaven awaits one college team which has been Georgia for two years in a row, but the serpents in Tuscaloosa, Knoxville, Baton Rouge, College Station, Columbus, Ann Arbor, and elsewhere want to turn the table and cast the Bulldogs out of the College Garden of Eden.

If you win, nobody cares about the weather.