Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Grateful For A Sign

I have to admit I've been skeptical, and have said so, when people report seeing Jesus or Mary in their shower scum, on potato chips and pancakes, or smeared in an oil slick on a wall under a bridge. But this one has me wondering if I've been too closed-minded. It's pretty convincing: Jerry Garcia in a bottle of horseradish. For real. I mean, where else would he show up?

Dude.


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