Thank God my “bad days” were before the internet. I am purposely posting this picture of me and a friend from when I was the lead singer of a Country Rock band called “Sundown” (of Washington County, Pa. of which I even named the group.) And yes, I am standing at the bottom of my porch holding a Pink Cow. I have never been much of what you’d call a drinker in fact, after I sang in bars in those days, (I was about 19-20) I’d have a row of tequilla and orange juices lined up on the bar as gifts from those who loved hearing me sing. I’d leave them for the band as our Drummer rushed me out of the back door to take me home because I was shy and didn’t really like big crowds. And we sang at a LOT of various venues. We were always on the marquee somewhere. The guys would stay back and party but I didn’t like that stuff. I’d pick up my gifts that people threw at my feet and go home to a coffee and a magazine. This is going to the THE WORST picture that you’ve ever seen of Rev. Essie so enjoy! I know this is odd but I am doing this for all of the Big Mouths who try to dirty preachers names. I am 40 years older now, heavier and grayer and if you get your rocks off sharing my million year old pic….good luck. God bless my Minister Brothers and Sisters. I know this is weird but I don’t care. After all that I’ve been through in my life, it’s hard to embarrass me. There’s a method to my madness. By the Grace of God I now preach His outstanding Word to the World and get souls saved. We never know how many and I don’t care, I’ll just continue to “drink the water of the Word” and speak to people about the Love of Jesus.
And how do they say today?….Now….run tell dat! ~ revessie, Pgh Pa
