But He could've fixed the trains

When my sisters and I were little, Dad went to Sydney for a conference. This was new for our family, so he came back with lots of stories, including this one: He’d seen someone in Sydney we all knew. Someone very familiar. Someone with a beard. Someone we could look at and listen to every night. Could we guess?

He was talking about the weather man on ABC News. Which was a huge relief to me, because I’d been quaking in fear thinking that somewhere in the streets of Sydney he’d run into God.

(And no, we did not resemble the Flanders family on The Simpsons. Not in any way.)