Dear Preacher, I'm tucking in a copy of a letter I just now sent off to Uncle Harry (calls himself Lord Harold Hampton-Court now that he done moved to England and married himself that little foreign gal and bought himself a title so she'd sit beside him at the wrestling matches). I don't want no argument from you about what I done told Harry to do. You just keep still and pass him the collection plate. Times is hard in Texas, and we need to spread The Word. Pray for us Preacher, 'cause you know we need it an you done been to Seminary, Cousin DeDe/dede