By MAGICAL MADGE
He made me giggle when he would settle himself in the bar at Madidi, an Episcopalian priest with a keen sense of humor and a thirst for life. Poor William and I became friends with the reverend back in 2010 having met him at Red’s Blues Club. The quirky “Father” has been a faithful supporter of the DB, even through Mr. January, Mr. January comments, Mr. February, Mr. February Redux, Mr. March, Mr. April, Mr. April Redux, Mr. June and, most recently, Magic Johnson.
Controversy seems to follow us like a hungry Delta dog in this most Southern place on earth, even though more titillating fodder can be daily found on the internet and on television in homes across America. But, we publish a semi-nude photograph of the self-deprecating Poor William poking fun at himself and you would think we had committed a cardinal sin. Go figure…
But I digress. Back to the Episcopalian priest sitting in the Madidi Bar cracking me up. After we recently published our Magic Johnson article, a Radioland Commando Whim, we heard from our priestly friend again, Reverend Dr. Hugh B. Jones, Jr. And again, he cracked us up.
First follow the link above to Magic Johnson, if you have the guts! (The off-the-wall stuff we do is never planned and our guiding filter is to do no harm.) Next read Hugh’s email below including his take on the Hotty Toddy cup. I think you will get a chuckle, too.
By the way, Hugh gave us full approval to disclose his email, especially including his name. We appreciate you, brother.
Hey Madge,
I’m sorry I haven’t met Rev. Jones. Seems like a very cool guy. Maybe next time.
Mr. Lil John