40 Tellable Tales For Advent, Christmas, Epiphany, Lent, Easter And Pentecost
It was on a warm Saturday afternoon, late in the spring of 1911. I'll never forget the day. I had just returned from my regular Saturday fishing excursion with old Doc Hallister. We hadn't caught any fish - we rarely did - but we enjoyed each other's company. Doctors and morticians have many things in common. I used to kid him that my job was to bury his mistakes, and he used to accuse me of hovering around his office door like a vulture. This incipient black humor was just between us: a way of coping with the stresses and tensions of our work.