Rev. Stengaard was the preacher at The Tabernacle on Mt. Auburn Street in Watertown, Massachusetts, a small wooden structure within which resided fervor and faith. As well, Rev. Stengaard was our source over the years for beautiful cats and kittens; if our pet cat was hit by a car or died of old age or ran away, Rev. Stengaard was at the ready with yet another kitten. This morning, I'm trying to decide if I should record one of my father's favorite stories about Rev. Stengaard, or if I should write about my father's favorite kitten, Pepsi Cola. As it's Sunday, I think I'll write my father's favorite story about Rev. Stengaard; the story's punchline reverberated over the years throughout our household whenever my mother was preparing eggs for breakfast! Here goes . . .
Rev. Stengaard was a slim and wiry man, an evangelist, whose best friend Rev. Anthony Zioli, a fellow evangelist, was big and burly. One weekend, Brother Zioli came to visit Rev. Stengaard to participate in an evangelistic revival at the Tabernacle; the morning after the revival, Stengaard was preparing breakfast in his kitchen and called up to Zioli who was still getting dressed: How do you like your egg, Zioli? Zioli shouted down without hesitation: With another one!