Grandmas Frieda Kennedy's grandchildren and great grandchild and great great grandchildred and various others related ones are gathering in Pensacola for a reunion in June.
So I am telling some of the story of evangelist to Ireland, St. Patrick, and I am thinking of him and my mouth is saying St. Andrew, and once the mistake was made I was no longer catching it.
The old brain has f**ted big time, and all I can do is feel sheepish and tell folks I misspoke big time.
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