"Gimmie some kind of sign!"

"Gimmie some whut got you here."  My grandfather was hilarious.  He was master of the "one liners".

I-95 was just completed.  It was brand spanking new and ran right by my grandfather's farm.  For some reason we were packed in the front seat of *Mr. Zeke Peak's old rusty pickup truck.  Mr. Peak reminded me of blind Mr. McGoo,  wearing thick eye glasses, old, bent over and gnarled up with arthritis.  Not only was Mr. Peak hard of hearing, and  thick,  he was most ignorant and you couldn't tell him anything.

He was driving down the wrong side of Interstate-95!  The whole concept of a divided highway had completely escaped him and the more granddaddy tried to explain the concept the more intractable old Zeke grew.

I was a small child and I  remember laughing at the way granddaddy screamed; "SHIT! NIGGER ! STOP THE CAR! JEST LET US OUT! …Shit …we kin walk from here."

If you are truly a slow thinker pray for discernment or at least a sign.

Praise the LORD!