I was listening to some beautiful chimes from the courthouse here. It's
a prayer answered. After twenty years the town finally decided to fix
those chimes so they can play. Twenty years are long enough for me to
wait to hear them again. It's like the pipe organ at your church finally
dies and years later finally decides on a new one? I was thinking it's
about time. I missed hearing it. The only time I heard a bell for a while
was when a train passed through.
It sounded like a real Sunday for
a change today.
judy tooley