A sometime church goer was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, "Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to church every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up whiskey!"

Miraculously, a parking place appeared. The fellow looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found one."

- Ralph Milton, Rumors e-newsletter for 3/25/07