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At Sadie's Soul Food Grill

Otis was once a monk who took no vows, was free to leave the abbey and eventually he did. I met him over chicken wings at Sadie's Soul Food Grill. For almost 20 years every spring and summer Otis labored in the fields raising vegetables and crops of every kind. In fall and winter he would gather leaves and plow the snow, wheel ancient monks up and down the endless silent halls. He loved his work because he liked to help anyone in need. I asked Otis why he left. He said because at first he thought life was a burp somewhere in eternity. He still believes that but wants to hear the burp before he’s in eternity. Otis likes the chicken wings at Sadie’s Soul Food Grill, especially the real hot ones. He ate chicken at the abbey but nothing like the wings at Sadie's Soul Food Grill. A real treat before eternity. Donal Mahoney

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Date: 2/17/2017 2:17:00 PM
This is an engaging soulfull read! *7*
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