Sunday Shine! Keep Polishing the Rock!!!
When I was in high school, I had a very strict curfew. 11:00 pm. Not 11:10. Not 11:05. Not even 11:01 It was 11:00 pm, and it was non-negotiable. One minute late and there was heck to pay.
At the time, I thought it was unnecessary. I wasn't a big party guy in high school. In fact most of my nights were spent hanging out at my church with friends in my youth group. But still, my mom was very rigid about that curfew.
One summer night, I was driving home in my 1972 school bus yellow...
