I got to visit to visit the Treasury Department in Washington DC and get sniffed in private places by a trained German Shepherd. The Smithsonian was amazing. The Vietnam Memorial was stirring to my soul. The highlight for me was visiting the Lincoln Memorial.
On the way to Washington I drove through Nashville, Tennessee and although I was here for only a day there was something about it that gave me a peace.
A friend of mine that worked at Somerset owned a Piper Cub. He took me up once and even let me take the stick for a while. I’ll never forget that.
While in Houston I sang with the Houston Masterworks Chorus. There’s an arrow pointing to my big noodle towards the left of the center.
I was very involved in the church I was attending at the time. In fact, they had a school of ministry that I enrolled in. The school was set up to not just to educate but to spiritually develop those enrolled. That is to say that you didn’t have to have the goal of becoming a minister at a church or anything like that. And as odd as this may sound it was very grueling. The lessons were not just in Bible scripture or theology. The intense course of study there was humility. Mission trips to Mexico, scrubbing toilets and serving others was the medium and if you “survived” you were actually ordained by the church and state if you wished to go on to a seminary. I also got to lead the folks we visited in song which was fun.
Those who know me are saying to themselves this very second, “Really? You were ordained? No way!” Yup. It’s something that you have to keep up (which I didn’t) so please don’t ask me to perform any wedding ceremonies for your cocker spaniel. The only reason I didn’t stay current with my licensing is because I don’t feel the need to. I didn’t do it to go on to seminary. I simply wanted the experience of having done all the things that the school does. I think that in part, it was my way of proving to myself that I wasn’t as prideful as my father was. I needed to know beyond a shadow of any doubt that I didn’t have the pride issues that I saw in him. Besides, I’m enjoying my life as a writer and that’s what I’m supposed to do.
It was there that I also met my beautiful bride, Kristen. She was enrolled in the school as well. She already had a Bachelors in Early Childhood Development and had her own reasons for attending. The first time I saw her I was driving away from the church and I saw her walking to her car (an old beat up bluish-grey Honda Civic). That’s when I knew she was mine.