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As we sat at one end of a long, brown, wooden pew of our newest church my wife had dragged me to my mind wandered to the organist's long legs. Peggy, my wife of twenty years, was the religious one of us two. I made no bones about the fact that I was not and reminded her of it often enough. I went with her to the churches she picked out as a marital courtesy.

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