My Brother Uses Musikfest For Bible Reading Marathon

As some of you may know, I have a brother named Mike. He's nothing like me. For one thing, he's a Republican. Worse, he tries to help get Republicans elected. Even Trump. My favorite restaurant, Pho Bowl, is close to where he lives. Not long ago, after dinner there, I decided to prank him by stealing all of the Trump signs from his lawn. I did so and then called him.

"Those are my neighbor's signs," he said. 

I quickly put them back.

"I'm calling the cops anyway."

That's his dry humor. 

I think.

We're nothing alike. I can be loquacious while he is laconic. He is mechanically inclined while it takes me three hours to change a light bulb. And he is deeply committed to his religious beliefs while I, like most good Catholics, studiously avoid church. 

I called Mike yesterday to ask him to check out a used car once I decide to buy one. He said he'd be happy to do so, but not this week because he's involved in a bible reading marathon outside of Musikfest. 

"Say what?"

"Yeah, we're reading the entire Bible at Johnston Park. Lesle [Mike's wife] is there now."    

"The entire Bible?"

"All 66 books. Why not come down and listen for a bit?"

"Mike, I know how it ends, but I won't spoil it for you."