I was trading e-mails with an old friend the other day when, quite unintentionally, I declared myself to be “the supreme authority on the meaning of Scripture.” Really. That’s what he said.
It’s been several months since I’ve heard from Scraps Grofsky. As the reader may remember, Scraps is the older, much more intelligent brother of my friend, Skids Grofsky. He has been known to send me long, angry e-mails that are … Continue reading →
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