This is my Uncle Ed and his lovely wife, Aunt Edna. They are from the Missouri boot heel, where Uncle Ed raised cotton, rice and hell, while Aunt Edna was busy raising the roof from the third row of the church choir. Edna speaks to no one lower than a church deacon, and she listens to no one lower than the preacher. Ed speaks to everyone but listens to no one. Edna believes only in the laws set down in the Good Book. Ed has never met a law he didn’t feel obligated to break or at least bend real well. Certainly, they are about as mismatched as two beings of the same species can possibly be, but they deserve each other.

Recently Aunt Edna learned about Christian County Missouri, that’s where I live. To her way of thinking, there could only be Christians living here, so they sold out and moved across the state and settled up the road from me. Ed, of course immediately made a bunch of new friends, due to the high concentration of “Good Ol’ Boys” living here. At first, Edna found that there was a church on almost every corner, and that was great, but then she saw a Catholic Church. She saw some women with dots on their foreheads, folks wearing Muslim style clothing, and the real back breaker came when she saw a church like building with the Star of David.

It looks like they are going to be stuck here, since Ed has already set up his still and built an outhouse. He didn’t like picking cotton anyway. And by the way… Christian County was named for a 19^th century doctor from Kentucky, and not a religion.

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