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...