I was pastor of Waycross Church of the Nazarene before the Bears won the super bowl. My family and I fed Kraft marshmallows to Al the alligator at the edge of the Okefenokee swamp. When the 14 ft Al roared out of the swamp huge Jaws open wide my friends always ran back to the car to take pictures while my family stayed behind me as I gently tossed marshmallows into Al's mouth. One of the benefits of being fearless.
When Mary and I moved to Plymouth to take care of Mary's deteriorating Alzheimer's on Plum Street my neighbor across the road was from Waycross and had seen Al the alligator many times. Of course, because of a crazy family feeding it marshmallows, it's now fenced off. Of course.
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