When I was growing up, one of the things that always bugged me was the way an angel looked in a Children’s Bible… a frail little fellow walking around in his moms white bed sheet sporting a 1970’s Farrah Faucett hairdo. I had no idea what an angel actually looked like, but surely not that… which is why without proper adult supervision, my angels always turn out looking something like this.
A policeman in Orlando stopped a man that was driving around town in a car with a sheep sitting next to him in the front seat. “What are you doing with that sheep in your car?” the officer asked. “You need to take that animal to the zoo.”
The following week, the same policeman saw the same man driving around with the same sheep sitting in the front seat, but this time both of them were wearing sunglasses. The policeman pulled the guy over. “I thought I told you to take that sheep to the zoo!”
The man replied, “I did. We had such a good time were going to the beach this weekend!”
…so I show up at church last Sunday and our preacher is launching a brand new nine week sermon series from the book of Romans and he is using the tv show Breaking Bad as his theme. The stage has those iconic Breaking Bad green chemistry symbol things all over it and somehow Walter White… er… Heisenberg made a threatening appearance on my sermon notes.

Here is another member of the bug jazz band I’m working on. He is pretty much modeled after my little brother Don, who in his younger days was a ragtime piano player at Silver Dollar City named Ben Dover (you might have to think about that one a bit). He wore a bowler hat, big glasses and beat the tar out of old upright pianos. The cup is on the piano for tips of course. Don and I learned about tips early in life…
…one summer during college I was drawing caricatures at Silver Dollar City, (which is an 1880’s styled theme park) and everyone that worked there had to dress in a period costume. The park was very picky about adhering to their 1800’s theme, so no employee could be seen drinking out of any sort of paper or styrofoam cup. All employees had to drink out of pottery mugs.
In addition to being an excellent piano player, my little brother Don was also a very good caricature artist. One weekend I had him sit next to me and we both drew caricatures on a very busy Saturday. We sat our drinking mugs on the ground next to our chairs and grabbed drinks between pictures. It was a busy afternoon, it was hot, we were thirsty and we drank everything that was in our mugs leaving them bone dry.
At the end of the day we picked up our mugs and discovered dollar bills stuffed in them. People thought they were tip jars. That thought had never crossed our minds… but from that point on you never saw us drawing caricatures without an empty cup sitting somewhere close.