Looking for Pastor Paul

I went to Family Camp to look for Pastor Paul.

I knew where he and Kay always camp so I went there right away. What happened to their fifth wheel? I thought their pop-up days were in the past.

I found a nice family there, but it wasn't Pastor Paul's family. Once the ladies realized what a nice pig I am, they quit screaming and I was able to resume my search.

I asked Ben if he had seen Pastor Paul around. He sent me to some guy who sings like Elvis.

Then I saw Seth. He suggested I check the GaGa pit. He said that everybody goes to the GaGa pit. Unfortunately, when I found the GaGa pit, I was once again mistaken for a ball.

Pastor Nate rescued me from the GaGa pit. He thought I wanted to play a little football. I didn't.

Pastor Burton sent me to the Kincaid School of Dance. He said Pastor Paul always liked to go there during Family Camp when he was younger.

I guess he was close friends with the owners years ago. When I told them who I was looking for, they told me they didn't know where he was but when I find him, they'd like me to let them know. They've been trying to find him for years.

A little more New York

I realized that I never finished sharing the rest of my New York pictures. I'll remedy that right now.



The team was handing out these bags one day. They wrote a verse on the bag and then filled it up with something. I'm still not quite sure what they filled it with because when I tried to investigate, I was intercepted. Those teens were watching my every move.

I rode the subway once, too. It was fascinating. I wondered why no one wanted to sit by me. Maybe I still had deli breath.

I tried to catch up with Pastor Paul when the team ate at a Chinese restaurant. He always seems to slip away just before I arrive. I nibbled a bit of his leftover food anyhow. I knew he wouldn't mind.

I couldn't even find him at bedtime. I liked trying his breathing machine. Maybe when I get home again, he'll let me use it sometimes.

Unless, that's where I lost my gum?

I'll take roast beef on rye

I suppose it's kind of cliché to visit a deli when in New York but it would be even worse if you didn't go to one. I've always heard there's nothing like a New York deli.



Inga and Dorothy introduced themselves to me. Aren't they nice girls?



Then, I took a tour of the deli. I saw a sign advertising Boar's Head Brand. I knew I liked this deli.

Anything named "Boar's Head" has to be good, don't you think?

Wait a minute.

Boar's Head Brand HAM?

That's just wrong.