Many years ago, I was a wide-eyed know-it-all freshman in college.
On my schedule was a course called "Introduction to Biblical Literature."
Dr. Jones taught the class at 8 am sharp.
He was a slow moving white-haired man in his late 60s or early 70s.
He wore thick glasses and I can only remember him wearing a yellow or green sweaters--the first of many layers.
Well, it was a required class and needless to say we were all sleepy.
A common attempt by the class attendees at humor was in terms of seating preferences.
Specifically, where not to sit.
"Dude, don't sit in the front row of Old Man Jones' class or he will shower you in spittle!"
Yes, Dr. Jones would on occasion get excited about Isaiah or Gideon and "spit talk."
He never seemed to notice and instead was focused on hammering his point to the inattentive audience.
I just giggled when the accusations of talking and spitting were levied.
Fast forward several decades.
Though, I don't wear a sweater or discuss the Old Testament, I now stand in front of weary-eyed young adults.
Attempting to communicate.
And when I am exuberant in discussing the arrogance of legendary FBI profiler Robert Ressler or the applicability of Black's Law, I notice myself spitting a little.
"Dude, don't sit in the front row of Old and Bald Man Slamdunk's classes or he will give you a spit shower!"
Somewhere from above, Dr. Jones has to be laughing.
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