Not doing that again

One of the local production companies in town did "Young Frankenstein."  The prop manager is a parishioner, and asked if they could borrow my thurible for a particular scene.

"Sure, no problem.  Just give the church a credit line in the program."

It came back this past Sunday in a mess.  The chains were all twisted and knotted up and one of them had come unhooked somehow and then re-linked in a makeshift manner.

Mrs. Ref and I spent some time Sunday after church getting it untangled and unknotted, and then I remembered to bring my needle-nose pliers and made the final repairs.

The days of thurible stardom are officially over.