Every week as I drove to the First Church of Panera, I kept noticing a billboard for the funeral home and it's reminder that now is the time to start making "final arrangements".
(This infographic shows the difference between eclipses.)
So it was Christmas in July for me.
I decided to return to AT&T after having used US Cellular for several years. Already I'm glad I switched back.
And with the switch came a new phone. I'm having fun getting to know what it can do...
It's always nice to hear you're wanted...
I took a day off from work, fired up Miss Direction (the name I gave the GPS program used on road trips), and headed toward the company's office in VA.
Years ago we didn’t have residential trash pickup, a garbage disposal, or public sewer. So we had a burn barrel for what we could destroy with fire, our wet garbage was put in a garbage bucket and dumped on a hill away from the house, and sewage which overflowed from an underground drainage field had to sometimes be scooped from an outside grease trap and dumped in another part of the property.
Yeah, it wasn’t pretty.
Why? Because someone spotted me wiping away a tear.
I'm calling it the Panera "muffin" because it's not a large store unlike the one I visit almost every Sunday, which I have affectionately named "The First Church of Panera" (FCP).
Let's just say... um... I was underwhelmed.
A Facebook article this morning reminded me of some dark days in my life.
The seminarian who dropped by my room one evening to tell me that he didn't want to be my friend.
The pastor who informed me that being absent from special meetings was reasoning for rejecting my application to join the church's pastor staff - and that I wasn't "personable" enough.
Others. Spilled milk. Scabs that need not be picked.
Yeah, Bill - you must think you're living in HappyLand...
It's been a constant battle to try and keep things peaceful on Carlton Drive. But the battle seems to be starting once again...
I was faced with deactivating or deleting my Facebook account. I chose to become a deactivater.
But there wasn't much thought of these things at the time.
We were going to the moon.
I was 12 years old. We had witnessed spaceflights by our astronauts for years, but now this was different. We were going to the moon.
It was fascinating.
Now, 40 years later, we can "relive" the mission to a degree. The John F. Kennedy Presidential Library & Museum have started their website, We Choose The Moon, which will evolve as the mission progresses - in real time.
I've dedicated one of my monitors to watch how the site unfolds for the next few days. It will be fun to see how things progress...