A Semi True Story. This item is unavailable.A Semi True Story

Deborah Ann Pollard married our boy. The wedding was held in the clubhouse of the apartment house complex where the boy lived at the moment. It was held there because the church as the religious entity it was, would not allow the wedding to take place on its hollowed grounds, because of the boy's past marital history.

Religion had determined, it just could not sanction the union. The ceremony, however, was conducted by two ministers associated with the church. Strange indeed. The story of Debbie, as she is known, is told in another volume titled "I Ain't in Kansas No More', so it won't be retold here. Friend's of the couple, at the time of the marriage, declared strongly and often, that it would not last. Who knows? They may be correct. It has only been a little over thirty nine years now and its not over yet. Anything could happen.

To quote Debbie, "I may not be the first or even the second but I hold the record." I as the author. and the second half of this union, am required by all good consciousness to state here and now my life has forever been the better because of Debbie. However, she most certainly has deserved more than she has received. She certainly got the short end of the stick. as the saying goes.

That is when she married me, she deserved better than she got!

Ranch Hand, Farm Hand, Laborer, Veteran US Air Force, Ships Captain, Pastor, Brother in the Order of Saint Luke, Motorcycle Chaplain, not a Doctor, Lawyer, or Indian Chief. B.S. University of Oklahoma. Master of Divinity Chandler School of Theology Emory University, Dr. of Ministry Kings Seminary Van Nuys Calif.