Zack Simmons is a free spirit, the spirit being that of the power of God. Fed up with the world and its deceptions, Zack lives to bring the light of Christ to others. He is not averse to cannabis and bourbon, and yet leads a mild and quiet life in all devoutness. He is a power-lifter who likes being cold. (He suffered in Ft. Lauderdale, sweating profusely.) He has prayed that, in the future eons, God will put him in “the crappiest place in the universe.” Zack feels that, due to the difficulties he has suffered here on earth, he will be of greatest use on, say, a frozen planet.

Zack longs to not only meet new members of the body of Christ but to make them as well. Zack’s boldness makes me look like a retiring library clerk. He will strike up a conversation anywhere and everywhere, either driving someone crazy or bringing them into the body of Christ.

Zack came to Ft. Lauderdale for fellowship, and Manfred Jones and I did not disappoint. We spent last Saturday afternoon and evening together at Blondies, on the beach, in Ft. Lauderdale. Spring break was in full swing, but we were not distracted (for long) from the reason for our visit.

When Zack said he wanted to do a video, I thought he meant in the studio. Nope. He meant in a nearby alley. I said, “The sound is going to be terrible.” Zack said, “It has to be in an alley, Zender. Among the people.” Zack had his way and the result is more than satisfactory.

I am thus pleased to introduce you to Zack Simmons of Appleton, Wisconsin. Contact him now before he begins his stint as Overlord of Planet IceCube. He is going to be quite busy there—and right at home.