Blue Smoke is a barbecue joint on east 27th,
with good food in a fun, loud environment.
We ate there recently,
but who offers a jar of peanuts for an app!?
Best. Peanuts. Ever.
So I saved the jar and tracked them down to a church in North Carolina.
Ms. Ruby picked up and was courtly and gracious,
all old-school, southern charm.
A case of 12 jars arrived with a handwritten invoice.
She trusted I would mail a check back in return.
I’m a cynic when it comes to the effects of religion.
But it’s encouraging there is a trust like this,
still somewhere in our world.
Happy Sunday.
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