We just had a full day without power, but I am back.
Gary was live yesterday evening - afternoon - just noon time.
We get a glimpse of the garden at the Hyles Hideaway, partly blocked by a porch post, before Gary turns the camera on himself:
He complains again about the lack of Wednesday night church in the area.
He's getting ready to go to Florida, to let his wife go to the ocean, and he hopes there aren't any riots where they're going.
"I hate it that that black guy died, ah hate it, ah hate it, ah hate it. And the white cop needs to be punished, amen, amen, and amen."
In Opp, Alabama, the pastor will be taking him to jail to preach. Gary jokes that he hopes they let him out again.
A preacher in Arkansas "actually went down to where some of these people was, and said "Heyheyheyheyhey, heyhey." He asked if he could pray for them, and "the riot people, the crazy people, lit'rilly stopped while the preacher prayed."
"Prayer is the only thing that's goin' to help."
Democrats don't support "Isril."
"America's goin' down the tube fastly."
He goes on and on about how wonderful Trump is.
He references "that ol' train thing," by which he means The Little Engine That Could.
The spiritual dishrag is back, complete with scooping motions: "Git that uhuhuhuh spirit'l, Christian uhuhuh rag, 'n' put that uh uh spirit'l soap on it, 'n' git down in that vessel and clean it out, git all that junk out."
I now want to write a ragtime piece for piano, and call it the Spiritual Christian Rag.
Gary sings some of Just a Little Talk with Jesus. Gary, you are no Oak Ridge Boy.
Somebody told him he should get a fifth wheel to go with his truck, but Gary's going to "wait on the Lord."