More of That Southern Hospitality

It's Friday night, but I feel like I've had a weekend already. I drove down to Springdale, AR last night to see a friend and hear him preach. Then, because it was going to be real late if I drove back to school, I stayed over with the pastor's family, who welcomed me right in even though they'd never met me before. They got up extra early so we could enjoy a hot breakfast of biscuits and gravy before I had to leave.

Hospitality is a virtue all too rare these days, and yet I seem to be on the receiving end of it a lot. How's that?