The reverend Zinn is dead. He was my minister when I was a child-teenager. One fine day I was cruising the back roads----back then I thought the best approach was with my right foot on the floorboards----I noticed a green car gaining on me and accelerated-----the green car was still there, so I nailed the peddle to the floor and lost him when I went into the curves---I knew these roads and knew the limits of my ford----------soon, pulled into my driveway-----------shortly, the green car pulled in behind me. Our conversation---"You drive fast'---"So do you" The driver was my minister the reverend Zinn who was driving a rambler and