Gentlefolk, I find myself mired in deadline upon deadline so the post may be a bit spotty this week.
And that's pretty significant for my blog, because it's the *one thousandth* post I've written for this medium.
As a nightclub owner, I had hired a drummer and a piano player to entertain my customers. After several evenings of performances, I discovered that the drummer had walked away with some of my valuables. I notified the police and he was subsequently hauled off to jail.
Desperate for another drummer on short notice, I called a friend who knew some musicians.
"What happened to the drummer you had?" he asked.
"I had him arrested," I replied.
There was a pause on the other end of the phone.
"How badly did he play?"
[Pastor Tim's Cybersalt Digest via ChapNotes]
WORDS for YOUR WEEK: "Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends." (Alphonse de Lamartine)