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July 30, 2006
Home again
The boys and I have returned from vacation, the roaming vipers and pit bulls I released in the house to keep it safe have all been caught, caged, and returned to Rent an Insanely Dangerous Animal and Vipers R Us, and the fridge has been checked to make sure that nothing I left in there had got all full of itself and joined the world of sentient beings.
Tomorrow we will start a series of stories. A series that may go just one day (making it a super-mini-series) but that will likely go three or four days. The series will be an analysis of the road trip the boys and I took from Vacation Spot A -- which was, at one time identified as Dale Hollow -- to Vacation Spot B. 
Men will not want to miss it as it will provide an opportunity for some multi-national, cross-cultural, Internet-enabled male bonding.
Women will not want to miss it because it will provide a point of reference that might be able to, someday, someway, provide some insight into the way the males around them think. Of course, this might be a stretch.
Men should bookmark the series for quick reference just in case a four-hour trip expands to something more than that. Something more than double that. You know, maybe men should just print the series out and keep it in their glove box. (Actually, I can see the day coming when State Troopers ask for proof of insurance and proof of having read Delmer's Vacation Roadtrip Series.)
To hold you over I've provided a picture of Touchdown Jesus which is located on I-75 in Monroe, Ohio. Built several years ago, at a cost of $250,000, and leg-pressed into place by Pat Robertson, Touchdown Jesus keeps watch over travelers as they jet up and down the interstate.
A spokesperson for Monroe's Solid Rock Church, when asked about the larger-than-life Saviour never said: "We felt that tithing was getting out of hand. Too much money was coming in and we needed something to let the congregation know that we had more money than we could ever spend -- I mean, we'd already fed all the hungry, provided clothing for all the poor, and had the deacon's Hummer detailed -- we needed, to paraphrase Barney Fife, to 'nip the giving in the bud.' What better way to get this message out there than to build a 62-foot tall eight-ton half-buried Jesus?"
I guess it's their money.
Sorry about the blurriness. These photos were taken from a moving vehicle; one that sorely needs detailed.
Posted by delmer at July 30, 2006 11:09 PM
Comments
We always called that "The Church of the Giant Jesus". It's good to know it's real name.
Posted by: Darrell at July 31, 2006 8:48 AM
I'm sure Paul Charles Craft, the man who penned "Drop Kick Me Jesus (Through The Goal Posts Of Life)," would love Touchdown J.
Posted by: delmer at July 31, 2006 8:55 AM