I should have brought my $10,000 shirt to Georgia. It was that kind of day. A good friend felt the Lord told him to address our vehicle issues, and presented us with a 2002 Suburban yesterday. It's Johnny Cash Black with tan leather and stretches about forty feet in length. That's just an estimate, don't quote me. Anyway, it radically fixes our seating issues and we are incredibly grateful to God and His fine folks.
The alarm went off way to early this morning. I go up and drove the 100 miles or so to meet Gary Lamb for breakfast. I have decided that Gary is a postmodern Popeye. ("I yam who I yam"). Gotta love him! We really had a good time - thanks for the pancakes and the ride, Gary!
Unfortunately, after breakfast my Johnny Cash Tour Bus would not start. Gary, ever the mercy person, was quick to point out (repeatedly) that "Even though it doesn't start, it really looks good....". Gary got me to a Chevy dealer who swapped out the battery and I was off, headed north and west. 850 miles is a long day no matter what you're driving.
First USA TODAY, now THIS
I heard a rumor they were going to publish this but kind of doubted it. They swiped it from Steve Sjogren's Serve-Others magazine. I hope he splits the fat honorarium with me. :)
No wonder I'm tired. Gary Lamb and Rick Warren. That's a lot for one day.