Today, I wore my favorite black, zip up sweater. I wore it as I needed to look nice. I, along with the rest of my area clergy colleagues got our mugs shot today by the local paper as we are leading the ecumenical Thanksgiving service. I guess they want to know who we all are, or at least what our faces look like. But, as I stood there awaiting the guy to shoot, I had this overwhelming sense that I possibly look like Uncle Fester, what with the black sweater, the high neckline to said sweater, my bald head and bright personality. No, I did not have a light bulb inserted in my mouth...although that would be a cool picture in the paper! I always wanted to be Gomez anyway...as he wore the damn fine smoking jackets. More later...