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Name: Keno
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Subject: I'll hold the gates open for you when I get there*
Date: Friday, September 21, 2018
Time: 2:09:21 AM
Remote Address: 97.107.69.29
Message ID: 317645
Parent ID: 317630
Thread ID: 317556
*First, I'm pretty sure that I'll end this gig called life before you will, and while such a gate would lock me out since I'm a nonbeliever who will never change or believe, if my late dad was correct on this heaven thing - and if it did exist and I got in anyway, well I hope my old friend Brother Al would be there to hold open the gate for me. If so, I'll just leave it open for you when it's your turn to enter.
I must say gomper (and it's so appropriate that you choose that word as your handle, it's perfect for you!), I've only ever met one other man of the cloth who was like you in my entire life. He was Brother Al, back in the 1980s, when me and mine lived in Telluride, Colorado. He was the former pastor of the local Baptist church there before it was closed down long before I lived there. But I never got that, just how was he a Baptist, since Baptists are so conservative and rude, and so self righteous, while he wasn't that way at all. But he was around 70 or so when I knew him, and he looked like an old hippie with his long hair in a ponytail and his very long beard running down his chest (damn, I look like him today!). His wife had become a Jew and moved to Israel a year or so before I got to know him, while their only daughter was in a mental institution. This guy had several jobs and worked 7 days a week, but he was the nicest guy I ever worked with (at the town's only school) or knew, and me and the wife would have him over to the house for dinner every so often. But the man never - ever, preached to us (or anybody else for that matter) when we hung out with him. Yet on every Sunday morning, he did this radio show at the local station, and his show was 100% preaching - well, kinda, he never would say crap like "You're gonna go to Hell if you don't follow Jesus.." His preaching was just to praise the lord, and over the radio he sounded like one of those southern preachers whose voice was made for radio and for preaching - and nobody was any better at doing that than Brother Al was. The radio station was his church (they even made up a T-shirt for him in his honor one year, a T that I still have today), even though the station was mainly a rock and country music station, while the talk shows on there were 100% liberal talk. But from 6 to 9am on Sundays he ruled the airwaves, and this atheist listened whenever I was awake that early.
In the end when Brother Al passed away, it was at the radio station of all places. The station was located on the second floor of this building with a very long stairway that must have had about 30 steps to it. Anyway the station would play recorded music from 2am to 6am - or until whenever the morning deejay showed up. On one Sunday morning in 1998, the station manager realized that it was after 8am and the recorded music was still playing. He knew something was wrong, since Brother Al never once missed a Sunday show at the station since KOTO started up in the early 1970s. So he headed on over to the station and at the top of the stairway he found Brother Al on the ground by the station's front door with the door's key in his hand. He had suffered a heart attack and died right there - at his church on that Sunday morning. I felt so bad when I read that, but then realized, damn, that's how he would have wanted to go out, and he must have been in his mid 80s by then when he passed away.
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