I meant to post an Easter-related story yesterday, but I was busy recovering from consuming my weight in Easter food all weekend long.

My best friend in junior high and I were hanging out the day before Easter in 1986 or 87. We were at her house, sitting out back on the deck, enjoying the spring day, and trying to decide what to listen to. We decided to go with Stryper "To Hell With the Devil" because Easter was the next day and we felt that it was more appropriate and respectful to listen to a "religious" band. Yes, we seriously thought that. That's my Easter story.