When I was in grade school two of my social studies (a.k.a., history) books had a political cartoon that I have remembered all my life. I don’t have a copy of the cartoon, but it was from the Roaring Twenties and was a picture of a little girl kneeling next to her bed praying. She said:
"Dear God, tomorrow we are moving to Chicago. Please help us."
Keep in mind that in the 1920s Al Capone and his buddies lived, to put it mildly, in Chicago. I think there’s another version of the comic from the late 1960s.
Tomorrow, I have to get up early and go into Chicago for jury duty. All I can think is:
"Dear God, tomorrow I’m going to Chicago. Please help me."
It’s no that I’m afraid to go to Chicago, not in the least, I enjoy visiting Chicago…it’s just such a hassle to have to go there for jury duty. I’d be happy to do jury duty at a less busy time, when I’m not fighting off a cold, or if it were a lot closer to home. Sigh. And I really, really hope it is only one day.