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We are going to my Grany’s tiny Southern Baptist church in the country.  I love that little church (attendance never over 30 on any given Sunday.)  Nothing changes there.  It looks exactly like it did when I was a child…same smells, same faces, same hymn books, same 1960’s fisher price toys.   There will be homemade fried chicken, gravy, and pecan pie to be sure.  I love country food.  Love it.

Happy Easter!

My favorite Sedaris story, in which multinational students who barely speak French try to explain Easter in French.

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