Res Ipsa Loquitur – The Thing Speaks for Itself

Um, the other day I had a ricochet biscuit A ricochet biscuit is the kind of a biscuit that’s supposed to bounce back to the wall into your mouth If it don’t bounce back, you go hungry!

Bow bow bow…
Umm, umm, umm, the other day I had a cool water sandwich

and a Sunday go-to-meetin’ bun Bow bow bow…

Hee hee hee hee… What do ya want for nothing, a rubber biscuit? Bow bow bow…

As you can see, it’s a silly song but, in my opinion, very entertaining.

So, Ackroyd is singing the song and comes to the part where he says: …and a Sunday go-to-meeting bun! Bow, bow, bow…

This phrase, go-to-meeting, which originated in the 1780s, hails back to an- other era and perhaps a simpler way of life where we didn’t think about or know words like Jihad, Terrorists, suicide bombings, TSA pat-downs, transgender bath-rooms, Snowflakes, gay marriage, abortion on demand, partial birth abortion, late-term abortion, and the selling of body parts by Planned Parenthood. The term politically correct hadn’t been invented yet.

However, the country was still racially divided as the south was still fighting the civil war and the North was segregated.

When The Chips recorded the song in 1956, Billy Graham packed venues with his crusades and most people said Merry Christmas instead of Happy Holidays. We faced a cold war with the Russians that threatened to destroy all life on this planet with nuclear weapons. Vietnam was heating up as well as what would become the United States hegemony, with more than eight hundred military bases around the world.

I never forgot the words to the song, and when I married Peggy, my wifey of thirty-two years and counting, I would sing it out loud in the house. She always cracks up when I sing it and joins in the bow-bow-bow part.

However, The Sunday Go-to-Meeting Bun is more than a silly lyric from an old song: It’s food for our souls. The Bun, like a light breakfast of a donut and a cup of coffee, was meant to be a spiritual snack, not a full meal, although there are some Buns that are, in my opinion, a steak dinner.

I tried to keep them short and pithy and most of them are around six hun- dred words or so.

The Lord gives me a lot of them when I’m running, which I do at least three or four times a week. When I get back to the car, I write them down on my notes so I won’t forget them, then Saturday night or Sunday morning, I create The Sunday Bun and post it on the blog.