I went to services at the Thomasville Road church about 10 years ago with my Virginia cousins! I seriously did. I wanted to see it in action. They, of course, wanted my soul to feel the effects of fundamentalist fever. It was fascinating, I must say.

And I hate to brag but I once also sat in the same Don's Seafood Restaurant in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, with Jimmy Swaggart sitting two tables over.

I mean to tell you, I've had brushes with holy greatness.

Also with the political kind on two sides. On vacation four years ago, my husband and I met Janet Reno, standing in the rental car place at the airport in Key West when we were flying out to return to Miami and come home. We shook hands with her. And my husband claims she looked at my rear end as we walked away. That was as close as I wanted that brush to get.
On the right side, I got to shake hands once at at stockholder's meeting in Dallas with both Dick Cheney and Jim Baker, who were there as members of the board at a company's stockholder meeting where I'd written one of the executive speeches.

Greatness comes in lots of forms. I'll often just settle for seeing famous folks. Even when I don't agree with them politically, I'm sorta starstruck. And I confess that I very much respect their right to their own, differing opinions. I work with lots of very conservative folks and have lived in Texas for most of my life, so I'm comfortable with them. I'd have to be!