“Wint Going”
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While I was a student pastor of the Bonaldo Baptist Church in Nacogdoches County (Texas), I picked up the Buster brothers on my way to church every Sunday morning. I’d dared go no further than the front gate because of the yard full of yellow cur dogs that wanted to bite me. On the days the children weren’t going to church, one would meet me at the gate and say, “Wint going” (e.g. “we aint going”).