A RV Revival

I.M. a thinkin’ y’all are a thinkin’ I.M. left you a hangin’ with that last post of Lem’s, but that were all Lem sent on that emale, so in fact Lem had left both me and Nilda a hangin’ just like all y’alls. It were a while until he wrote again, and in the meantime Nilda kinda took me under her wing as she told me, which considerin’ what a mite of a women she are, it weren’t much by my way of thinkin’.

What were under them wing feathers were a lesson, or maybe I.M. should say many lessons in the language of are fourbearers. Now among them lessons were the proper use of the proper terms which I.M. perposely in error used in that there last sentence. Seems Nilda was a pointing out that I.M. has a lesser command of the language than most all of I.M’s reeders and as such I.M. needs to do what are called proof reedin’ afore he posts, which I.M. and Nilda will be a doin’ in the future so as not to confusion you reeders too much.

Now that y’all know that the reedin’ of this here blog are goin’ to be easier in the future, we needs to git back to cousin Lem’s emails about that shindig he were a part of. When we last left off, which were a good bit longer ago on Lem’s reportin’ part than it were on yer reedin’ part, Lem had just received a tap on the shoulder and had turned around to be a facin’ the spittin’ image of one of them TV preachers minus the poodle hair.

Accordin’ to Lem. that feller grabbed his hand and a started shakin’ it hard enough to like as pull as it right out of the socket, all the time a sayin’ how glad he were to met old Lem. Then he stops that shakin’, and a screwin’ his face up, slowly repeats Lem’s name, Lemeul Vayne, then he starts a laughin. sayin’ maybe they are distant cousins or something like that, and then suddenly stops in his mid laugh.

Lem says he were a wonderin’ whether this were where he were uncovered, and the way that feller were a staring at Lem’s tag he were certainly that non-preacher, preacher feller were a thinkin’ so. Now we Vayne’s may not have much education, especially like them there fellers that gits them lawyerin’ degrees and all, and although I.M. certainly doesn't have one hisownself, he do have to say he are on par with any of them that’s got them accountable degrees what with the one the Judge give I.M. and all. Howsoever, we Vayne’s can talk ourownselfs way out of most anything we git ourownselfs into, which were what Lem proceeded to do. I.M. are not goin’ to be divulgin’ any of the Vayne family secrets, but Lem says it were so easy pullin’ the wool over that fellers eyes that it were like takin’ the wool from a sheep shearer.

Afore Lem knowed it, all them folks were a done eatin’ and were a gathered up among themownselves to hear that not quite lookin’ like a TV preacher feller a leadin’ the choir and and a preachin’ up a storm. That were when Lem realized he had stumbled onto the midst of one of them famous RV revivals he had heard about through me and Nilda. Apparently there are a whole bunch of different seminaries that are part of this RV revival and Lem concluded his email by sayin’ he would be bringin’ us a blow by blow description of the goin’s on through the eyes of what them folks were referrin’ to as a newby, though Lem weren't exactly sure what that were. Stay tuned for tomorrows report in which Lem promises he will have ya nominationing him fer some kid of Pulitserprise fer in the field reportin’, whatever that are.