Through the Cracks

Through the Cracks

 

During college I worked for a while for Arthur Pickett at the Woodbine Piano Company in Nashville.  A co-worker and a fellow college student, Vernon Fuller, and I were always picking up and delivering pianos.

On one such occasion we had to deliver a piano to a Baptist church near Dover, Tennessee.  The church had three or four men there to unlock the church and help unload and place the piano in the desired location.  The church was an old frame building with a wooden floor.  In fact, in places the cracks in the floor were rather wide.

After the piano was in place we stood there talking for a few minutes during which time one of the men spat his tobacco juice through a crack in the floor.  Of course, being students in a Christian college both Vernon and I were shocked that someone would be chewing tobacco in church—much less spitting.

I had to admire the guy, though, for being so accurate.  He hit that crack from a standing position!