We were all loaded up on the bus and ready to go, and then there was word we could see the marching of the ducks. A few of us ran inside, and heard the Duckmaster tell us that the ducks are on three months shifts. They come down the elevator, walk across a red carpet, into the fountain in the center of the hotel lobby, and then swim there until 5 p.m. And he went up to get the ducks.
Then Hillary came through. Time to go.
We're now at a Baptist church in a poor section of Memphis. It's quite amazing. The signing and everything. Find me a church in Albany that is this much fun! Ok, my church across the street with Rev. Smart is probably pretty awesome. That's it. I'm going!
The next time I am home on a Sunday.
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