Okay. So raise your small hands (or medium or large ones) if you’ve never even heard of the Al Smith dinner until last night.
Aha. I see those hands, as the Southern Baptist revival preachers used to say from the pulpit during the altar call or “invitation” as we called it back then when we sat on the small wooden pews with the large ceiling fans moving too slowly to stir the air in the Texas summer heat – even in a church as tiny as ours was in the 1950s. 641 more words