If you're reading this post, chances are pretty good that you know me. Even if you don't, if you read my profile, you'll notice that I include "amateur actor" as one of my descriptions.
I don't have ANY professional experience in acting. As a matter of fact, the only acting "class" I've ever had are a couple of different workshops put on by the Dramatic Arts Pastor at our church. It's a passion that I didn't even discover within until I was in my 30's.
So what makes me think I have any talent in the craft? Frankly, I don't. I've played roles ranging from the Apostle Thomas to Screwtape, from a middle aged bachelor living with his bachelor brother to Ezekiel. I've acted in front of audiences ranging in age from pre-schoolers to adults and in size from rooms of 10 to 1500 people. Through it all - every single time I walk onto the stage, I experience a feeling of "How in the world did YOU end up doing this?"
Please understand that I am not trying to convey a message that I'm some sort of Oscar winning talent. I don't believe that in the least. I am constantly amazed whenever someone walks up to me and praises my work. Even when that happens, I often get the feeling that "they're just trying to make me feel better". In our church community, however, they keep asking me to play roles, so maybe - just maybe - there's something there.
Which brings me back to the topic of this post. From a Christian perspective, how does an artist respond when someone walks up to them and tells them that their work is fantastic or simply says "Thank you"?
Our society is permeated, marinated and contaminated by celebrities and wannabes. I'm convinced that it is impossible to go through a day without hearing about some superstar actor, rock star, model or someone who is famous for nothing (Paris Hilton & Anna Nicole Smith come to mind). These people are constantly barraged with awards, praise and down right groveling. Some of them have worked very hard at their craft. Others have stumbled into stardom. Regardless of how they got there, they deal constantly with people who are worshipping them.
The Body of Christ - at least in the US - also has its celebrities. Christian musicians ranging from the Gaithers to Switchfoot have brought contemporary music back to what music was meant to be - a method of glorifying God. While there are relatively few major scandals within the Christian music industry (relatively being the key word here), I know that many of these artists struggle with the fame associated with their success. One of the more successful of these groups was DC Talk. They wrote a song that I believe should rattle through the brain of every Christian performer whenever they're about to walk on stage:
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/d.c.+talk/what+if+i+stumble_20037744.html
All of this leads up to my original intent in writing this post: How do I respond when someone comes up to me after a performance and says "That was fantastic" or "That really touched my heart" or simply "Thank you"? Although I have absolutely zero musical talent, I know the musicians have to deal with this as well - since I've gone up and said those things to them on a regular basis.
So how DO I respond to it? And, better yet - How SHOULD I respond to it?
To begin with, I've developed my own way of thanking the performers. "Thank you so much for using God's gifts to glorify Him". To me that is acknowledging where the gift comes from and what it was meant to be used for. It also acknowledges, however, the excitement any artist should feel at being blessed with those gifts.
When someone comes up to me and says "You were great", however, I get really uncomfortable and even want to squirm out of the situation. I KNOW that what happens on that stage would be a disaster if God wasn't in control of it. I immediately want to launch into an explanation of this for the person addressing me, but when you're standing in the foyer of the church and hundreds of people are milling about and past you, it's not particularly easy to do that. I suppose I could say something like "It's all Him - I had nothing to do with it", but I fear that this would come across as rejecting their compliment - something that we're far too well trained at.
I have a recent example of what I'm talking about here. When someone asks me to pray for them, I've developed a habit of typing the prayer out and emailing it to them. I also launch "sneak attacks" on occasion where I'll send these prayers to folks who didn't necessarily ask for them. I recently sent one of these to a man in our church who is being considered for a position of church elder.
Apparently the "e-prayer" meant a lot to him. He sent me a wonderful response and then returned the "sneak attack" by coming up to me in the church foyer a couple of weeks ago to thank me and tell me how much he appreciated it. As I'm standing there listening to him, I go into absolute panic mode. "What do I say to this? How do I respond?" I'm very much afraid I came across as a blithering idiot, and that he now thinks that there's no way this guy could have written that prayer!
So I'm in a huge quandary. I usually fall back to a simple "Thank you" or "No - thank YOU" or something equally inane.
In an effort to generate some interaction with this blog, I'd invite other folks' thoughts on this. I know of a couple of artists (even using that label on myself feels weird) who've visited this, so PLEASE share!
February 28, 2007
February 13, 2007
My Friend Heading to Iraq
I received an e-mail Sunday from a dear friend that is heading back to Iraq for his second tour. Kirby's wife Linda, and their two sons remain behind in Ohio. Kirby had retired from the US Navy prior to the events leading to this war, but has offered his knowledge and service to our country in time of need. This morning I would like to post my prayer for them.
Our gracious and magnificent Lord, You are El-Shaddai - the God All Sufficient. You are all that we need, the source of all of our hope. I praise Your incredible grace to us!
Father, this morning I lift my brother Kirby to You. He is - once again - serving his fellow countrymen by going into the war zone. Protect him Father. I pray that You would surround him with Your protective embrace and let him know that You are there with him. Oh Lord, this man and his wife was there for my family when the tragic events of 9/11 occured and I was caught on the other side of the country. I am forever grateful for this. They were used by You when I was not available. Bless them, oh mighty Jehovah!
This morning I ask that You preserve and protect him and his family through the coming year. Keep him out of harm's way, Father. Bring him home safe, and help him to know that in spite of the things said by some in our society, his service is deeply appreciated.
Lord, I also plead Your comfort for Linda, Gabriel and Jacob. This will be a difficult time for Linda as she raises their sons on her own for a year. I pray your provision for them. I pray that You would grant her the patience and strength she needs. Comfort her in Kirby's absence and show her Your love. My blessed Father, Gabriel is thrust into being the "young man of the house". Show him how to help his mother through these times. Help him to deal with his own fears while patiently comforting his brother. Jacob is very young, Lord, and his understanding of this situation is undoubtedly limited, but I pray that You would help him in ways that none of us can foresee or understand.
These requests come from the bottom of my heart in the incredible name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, Your Son.
Amen
Our gracious and magnificent Lord, You are El-Shaddai - the God All Sufficient. You are all that we need, the source of all of our hope. I praise Your incredible grace to us!
Father, this morning I lift my brother Kirby to You. He is - once again - serving his fellow countrymen by going into the war zone. Protect him Father. I pray that You would surround him with Your protective embrace and let him know that You are there with him. Oh Lord, this man and his wife was there for my family when the tragic events of 9/11 occured and I was caught on the other side of the country. I am forever grateful for this. They were used by You when I was not available. Bless them, oh mighty Jehovah!
This morning I ask that You preserve and protect him and his family through the coming year. Keep him out of harm's way, Father. Bring him home safe, and help him to know that in spite of the things said by some in our society, his service is deeply appreciated.
Lord, I also plead Your comfort for Linda, Gabriel and Jacob. This will be a difficult time for Linda as she raises their sons on her own for a year. I pray your provision for them. I pray that You would grant her the patience and strength she needs. Comfort her in Kirby's absence and show her Your love. My blessed Father, Gabriel is thrust into being the "young man of the house". Show him how to help his mother through these times. Help him to deal with his own fears while patiently comforting his brother. Jacob is very young, Lord, and his understanding of this situation is undoubtedly limited, but I pray that You would help him in ways that none of us can foresee or understand.
These requests come from the bottom of my heart in the incredible name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, Your Son.
Amen
February 10, 2007
Mentors - Ben Padrow
About halfway through Soul Survivor, I realized that I HAD to look back at my life on those who impacted it significantly. I had no choice - nobody lives in a bubble and everyone that I encounter has some sort of influence on me. It's just the way humans work.
So who would be number 1? That question was answered very quickly in the memory of Dr. Ben Padrow.
I began my college career at the University of Oregon. Like most kids coming out of high school, I had some vague idea of where I wanted to go and what I wanted to be. In this case, the kid thought he wanted to be a lawyer. I guess I spent too many hours watching Perry Mason or something. That illusion evaporated before the end of my freshman year, however, and I then drifted off into various directions - political science (I bombed in an American Government class) journalism (couldn't pass the typing test) and some others that I have since completely forgotten. While attending school, I was working part time at a logging equipment junk yard. When I got laid off (this was the early 80's when we were still enduring the Nixon/Ford/Carter economy), I decided to take a year off school, find some work and then return.
To make a long story short, after my year off I ended up at Portland State University. In my first term, I happened to take a course in Public Speaking. It was there that I met Ben Padrow.
If someone were to look at Ben and I standing in the hall talking, they'd think it was a pretty odd combination indeed. I was a relatively large young man, standing 6'2" and built like a football lineman. Padrow, as I've always liked to describe him, was a "5 foot tall, half blind Jew". 5 foot might be a bit of an exaggeration, but not much - he couldn't have stood over 5'2". He wore glasses whose lenses seemed to be about an inch thick. While unabashedly Jewish, he wasn't orthodox and encouraged me a great deal as I embarked on my journey towards accepting Christ as my Savior.
I didn't realize it when I signed up for the class, but Ben Padrow was an icon around the Portland State Campus. Portland State (originally the Vanport Extension Center) was started up after World War II to help deal with all of the returning soldiers who were attending college on the GI Bill. The school gradually developed into Portland State College, but one event in 1965 propelled this school into national and state prominence, which led to accreditation as a university. That event was the 1965 College Bowl team.
In this day and age of Trivial Pursuit and non-stop glitz on TV, it is difficult to imagine something like the College Bowl. Teams of students from 2 different colleges would face off in, well, trivia contests, the winner advancing to the next round. Padrow took on the PSU team, and the article below shows the results.
http://media.www.dailyvanguard.com/media/storage/paper941/news/2005/03/08/News/They-Returned.Heroes-2614258.shtml?sourcedomain=www.dailyvanguard.com&MIIHost=media.collegepublisher.com
With that feather in his cap, Padrow started down a path of politics. Padrow coached Bob Packwood in his campaign against US Senator Wayne Morse in 1968. Packwood came across as the fresh young fighter while Morse stayed the stodgy old timer. Packwood took the seat and held it until his resignation years later.
Padrow then moved on to a position on the Multnomah County Commission for 4 years. Perhaps his biggest accomplishment in politics, however, was managing Bud Clark's campaign for mayor of Portland in 1982. Clark's victory was one of the biggest surprises in Oregon political history. Here's a brief article about that event.
http://www.wweek.com/html/25-1984.html
As I was researching I also found that Padrow was a central character in a movie about the life of Richard Pimentel. Here's a link for a brief description of "The Music Within"
The Music Within
http://www.melissageorge.co.uk/films/musicwithin.htm
Padrow had many other accomplishments and roles in his life, including Executive Director of the Lake Oswego Community Theater, of all things.
Ben Padrow was in many ways what you would consider the consumate "behind the scenes man". As the descriptions above show, he spent much of his life helping to shape other people's lives. In the 25 years since I graduated from Portland State, I've encountered several people that attended his classes. Every last one of them has stated at least a small amount of admiration for the man.
When I first landed in one of his classes, the man encouraged me. He told me that I was actually a good speaker. He also managed to convey to me just how important the concept of communication actually is. "You cannot not communicate" was one of his famous sayings. I met the woman who would become my wife in one of his classes. He inspired me to declare the study of communications as my major and helped develop a devotion to the art that continues to this day.
Perhaps the strongest contributions he made to my life, however, was to deliver wake up calls. As I said above , I met Linda in one of his classes, and at times it seemed like he was cheer leading our developing relationship. We met, however, in my third term of taking "speaking" classes from him.
As I said, he had told me that I was actually a good speaker. He encouraged me to keep taking speaking classes. The next term, however, Linda took her first speaking class from him. At the end of the term, Padrow was reviewing the class with her and told her "You're one of the best natural speakers I've ever heard. You don't need to take any more speaking classes." Talk about injecting a huge dose of humility directly into my veins!
The other wake up call was delivered as I was completing my final term prior to earning my degree. Suffering from a severe case of "senioritis", I was casting about looking for a direction to aim myself. At this point I sat down in Ben's office for a chat.
"I'm thinking about continuing the study of communications and studying for my Masters." I told him.
Padrow looked up at me through those thick glasses. He shook a yellowed finger at me and said "I think you need a kick in the ass and should get out there and find a job." He was right of course. This is something that you would expect a parent to say to someone, but it carried a lot of weight coming from him.
I did get out there and found a job. The jobs at first were menial, but they gradually improved. Somehow he helped to convey to me that studying communications and life in general had much more to do with experiencing it than it did reading it in books.
Ben Padrow helped to instill in Linda and I a love for the art of communication, and that art has become one of the key foundations of our marriage, second only to our faith in Christ. Since much of my life now - from teaching classes in using business systems to amateur acting - revolves around the concept, I can honestly say that I used much of what I learned in college.
I attended Ben's funeral a few years after I graduated. I was deeply saddened that from this point on, there would not be any more students at Portland State who would have the benefit of his insight and knowledge. As I looked around the room at the incredible crowd of people, however, I realized I was wrong. His legacy will undoubtedly live on at that school for years to come.
So who would be number 1? That question was answered very quickly in the memory of Dr. Ben Padrow.
I began my college career at the University of Oregon. Like most kids coming out of high school, I had some vague idea of where I wanted to go and what I wanted to be. In this case, the kid thought he wanted to be a lawyer. I guess I spent too many hours watching Perry Mason or something. That illusion evaporated before the end of my freshman year, however, and I then drifted off into various directions - political science (I bombed in an American Government class) journalism (couldn't pass the typing test) and some others that I have since completely forgotten. While attending school, I was working part time at a logging equipment junk yard. When I got laid off (this was the early 80's when we were still enduring the Nixon/Ford/Carter economy), I decided to take a year off school, find some work and then return.
To make a long story short, after my year off I ended up at Portland State University. In my first term, I happened to take a course in Public Speaking. It was there that I met Ben Padrow.
If someone were to look at Ben and I standing in the hall talking, they'd think it was a pretty odd combination indeed. I was a relatively large young man, standing 6'2" and built like a football lineman. Padrow, as I've always liked to describe him, was a "5 foot tall, half blind Jew". 5 foot might be a bit of an exaggeration, but not much - he couldn't have stood over 5'2". He wore glasses whose lenses seemed to be about an inch thick. While unabashedly Jewish, he wasn't orthodox and encouraged me a great deal as I embarked on my journey towards accepting Christ as my Savior.
I didn't realize it when I signed up for the class, but Ben Padrow was an icon around the Portland State Campus. Portland State (originally the Vanport Extension Center) was started up after World War II to help deal with all of the returning soldiers who were attending college on the GI Bill. The school gradually developed into Portland State College, but one event in 1965 propelled this school into national and state prominence, which led to accreditation as a university. That event was the 1965 College Bowl team.
In this day and age of Trivial Pursuit and non-stop glitz on TV, it is difficult to imagine something like the College Bowl. Teams of students from 2 different colleges would face off in, well, trivia contests, the winner advancing to the next round. Padrow took on the PSU team, and the article below shows the results.
http://media.www.dailyvanguard.com/media/storage/paper941/news/2005/03/08/News/They-Returned.Heroes-2614258.shtml?sourcedomain=www.dailyvanguard.com&MIIHost=media.collegepublisher.com
With that feather in his cap, Padrow started down a path of politics. Padrow coached Bob Packwood in his campaign against US Senator Wayne Morse in 1968. Packwood came across as the fresh young fighter while Morse stayed the stodgy old timer. Packwood took the seat and held it until his resignation years later.
Padrow then moved on to a position on the Multnomah County Commission for 4 years. Perhaps his biggest accomplishment in politics, however, was managing Bud Clark's campaign for mayor of Portland in 1982. Clark's victory was one of the biggest surprises in Oregon political history. Here's a brief article about that event.
http://www.wweek.com/html/25-1984.html
As I was researching I also found that Padrow was a central character in a movie about the life of Richard Pimentel. Here's a link for a brief description of "The Music Within"
The Music Within
http://www.melissageorge.co.uk/films/musicwithin.htm
Padrow had many other accomplishments and roles in his life, including Executive Director of the Lake Oswego Community Theater, of all things.
Ben Padrow was in many ways what you would consider the consumate "behind the scenes man". As the descriptions above show, he spent much of his life helping to shape other people's lives. In the 25 years since I graduated from Portland State, I've encountered several people that attended his classes. Every last one of them has stated at least a small amount of admiration for the man.
When I first landed in one of his classes, the man encouraged me. He told me that I was actually a good speaker. He also managed to convey to me just how important the concept of communication actually is. "You cannot not communicate" was one of his famous sayings. I met the woman who would become my wife in one of his classes. He inspired me to declare the study of communications as my major and helped develop a devotion to the art that continues to this day.
Perhaps the strongest contributions he made to my life, however, was to deliver wake up calls. As I said above , I met Linda in one of his classes, and at times it seemed like he was cheer leading our developing relationship. We met, however, in my third term of taking "speaking" classes from him.
As I said, he had told me that I was actually a good speaker. He encouraged me to keep taking speaking classes. The next term, however, Linda took her first speaking class from him. At the end of the term, Padrow was reviewing the class with her and told her "You're one of the best natural speakers I've ever heard. You don't need to take any more speaking classes." Talk about injecting a huge dose of humility directly into my veins!
The other wake up call was delivered as I was completing my final term prior to earning my degree. Suffering from a severe case of "senioritis", I was casting about looking for a direction to aim myself. At this point I sat down in Ben's office for a chat.
"I'm thinking about continuing the study of communications and studying for my Masters." I told him.
Padrow looked up at me through those thick glasses. He shook a yellowed finger at me and said "I think you need a kick in the ass and should get out there and find a job." He was right of course. This is something that you would expect a parent to say to someone, but it carried a lot of weight coming from him.
I did get out there and found a job. The jobs at first were menial, but they gradually improved. Somehow he helped to convey to me that studying communications and life in general had much more to do with experiencing it than it did reading it in books.
Ben Padrow helped to instill in Linda and I a love for the art of communication, and that art has become one of the key foundations of our marriage, second only to our faith in Christ. Since much of my life now - from teaching classes in using business systems to amateur acting - revolves around the concept, I can honestly say that I used much of what I learned in college.
I attended Ben's funeral a few years after I graduated. I was deeply saddened that from this point on, there would not be any more students at Portland State who would have the benefit of his insight and knowledge. As I looked around the room at the incredible crowd of people, however, I realized I was wrong. His legacy will undoubtedly live on at that school for years to come.
Books
As a child, I used to get in trouble for staying up way too late reading. I'd devour pretty much anything I could get my hands on. My family used to tease me unmercifully for the fact that I read an entire set of childrens encyclopedias.
You notice that you hardly ever even SEE childrens encyclopedias - or any encyclopedias - any more? I suppose they are one of the clearest casualties of the computer/internet revolution. How can one justify the expense of printing an enormous set of books that are meant to hold information when that information is obsolete before the books roll off the presses? I still love to pick up a good book and while away the hours losing myself in it, but anytime I'm looking for "reference" type information, I go straight to the internet.
Anyway, by far the best book that I've read in the past year is called Soul Survivor by Philip Yancey. Yancey is a former editor of the Christianity Today magazine, but while definitely a Christian, he comes with some unique perspectives. He describes himself as a "survivor of church abuse", having grown up in a staunchly fundamentalist and quite racist church in the South.
This book, however, is a journey that I found fascinating and cause for some personal soul searching. Soul Survivor is an exploration of 13 "mentors" that Yancey credits with helping him in his walk through faith and through life. These mentors range from Martin Luther King, Jr. to Mahatma Ghandi, from John Donne to Dr. Paul Brand and GK Chesterton. Some of his "takeaways" would surprise you.
Personally, the primary impact that this book has had on me was to encourage me to look over my own life at those who've had a significant impact on my walk. Rather than making this one long post, I'll devote individual posts to specific individuals.
You notice that you hardly ever even SEE childrens encyclopedias - or any encyclopedias - any more? I suppose they are one of the clearest casualties of the computer/internet revolution. How can one justify the expense of printing an enormous set of books that are meant to hold information when that information is obsolete before the books roll off the presses? I still love to pick up a good book and while away the hours losing myself in it, but anytime I'm looking for "reference" type information, I go straight to the internet.
Anyway, by far the best book that I've read in the past year is called Soul Survivor by Philip Yancey. Yancey is a former editor of the Christianity Today magazine, but while definitely a Christian, he comes with some unique perspectives. He describes himself as a "survivor of church abuse", having grown up in a staunchly fundamentalist and quite racist church in the South.
This book, however, is a journey that I found fascinating and cause for some personal soul searching. Soul Survivor is an exploration of 13 "mentors" that Yancey credits with helping him in his walk through faith and through life. These mentors range from Martin Luther King, Jr. to Mahatma Ghandi, from John Donne to Dr. Paul Brand and GK Chesterton. Some of his "takeaways" would surprise you.
Personally, the primary impact that this book has had on me was to encourage me to look over my own life at those who've had a significant impact on my walk. Rather than making this one long post, I'll devote individual posts to specific individuals.
February 9, 2007
The Great Adventure
Okay, why "The Great Adventure"? It's the title of a song by Steven Curtis Chapman, and the chorus goes like this:
"Saddle up your horses
We've got a trail to blaze
Through the wild blue yonder
Of God's amazing grace
Let's follow our Leader
Into the glorious unknown
This is the life like no other
This is The Great Adventure"
Back in 1996, I was working a typical corporate job that was going nowhere - FAST. As a matter of fact, it had been going nowhere fast for 13 years! I had been searching for a new career path, but kept coming up with the big zilch.
On a trip home from the in-laws, we were listening to this song. When we got home and checked messages, I found out that the company that I had been working for had been bought out and that all of us corporate schmucks were going to be eliminated. I held my wife in my arms and we prayed:
"Okay Lord, this is the Great Adventure. We have no idea where you're taking us or what I'll be doing - it's the glorious unknown. We know, however, that You will provide for us."
Provide He did. Two days later I received a phone call from a software company, offering me a consulting position. After 6 years of that, I joined 2 other guys to form our own consulting firm. The journey continues, and I don't know where it's going from here, but I'm there for the ride!
Now before you get the idea that I think my entire idea of "The Great Adventure" is all about work, please understand that He provides opportunities and experiences in all other aspects of my life as well. Raising and watching my two kids grow up has been an incredible experience and - yes, it has definitely been an adventure as well. My relationship with my wife continues to be an adventure, and traveling all over allows me to meet so many different people - each another opportunity for a relationship adventure.
There's one other aspect of my life where The Great Adventure has played out - drama. As I've laid out in another post, it seems God has given me some talents and abilities in this area - as well as a very strong desire to engage in it. Little did I know that when asked to play the Apostle Thomas in an Easter program several years ago that drama would become such an integral and important part of my life. God has used my good friend Terry to tap me for many roles as well as allowing me to work alongside him in writing and directing.
So I guess one of the biggest take-aways from all of this is that I've come to realize that following God is not some task that I can schedule in a Blackberry, but rather an often spontaneous, sometimes exciting and always adventurous journey.
Saddle up your horses!
"Saddle up your horses
We've got a trail to blaze
Through the wild blue yonder
Of God's amazing grace
Let's follow our Leader
Into the glorious unknown
This is the life like no other
This is The Great Adventure"
Back in 1996, I was working a typical corporate job that was going nowhere - FAST. As a matter of fact, it had been going nowhere fast for 13 years! I had been searching for a new career path, but kept coming up with the big zilch.
On a trip home from the in-laws, we were listening to this song. When we got home and checked messages, I found out that the company that I had been working for had been bought out and that all of us corporate schmucks were going to be eliminated. I held my wife in my arms and we prayed:
"Okay Lord, this is the Great Adventure. We have no idea where you're taking us or what I'll be doing - it's the glorious unknown. We know, however, that You will provide for us."
Provide He did. Two days later I received a phone call from a software company, offering me a consulting position. After 6 years of that, I joined 2 other guys to form our own consulting firm. The journey continues, and I don't know where it's going from here, but I'm there for the ride!
Now before you get the idea that I think my entire idea of "The Great Adventure" is all about work, please understand that He provides opportunities and experiences in all other aspects of my life as well. Raising and watching my two kids grow up has been an incredible experience and - yes, it has definitely been an adventure as well. My relationship with my wife continues to be an adventure, and traveling all over allows me to meet so many different people - each another opportunity for a relationship adventure.
There's one other aspect of my life where The Great Adventure has played out - drama. As I've laid out in another post, it seems God has given me some talents and abilities in this area - as well as a very strong desire to engage in it. Little did I know that when asked to play the Apostle Thomas in an Easter program several years ago that drama would become such an integral and important part of my life. God has used my good friend Terry to tap me for many roles as well as allowing me to work alongside him in writing and directing.
So I guess one of the biggest take-aways from all of this is that I've come to realize that following God is not some task that I can schedule in a Blackberry, but rather an often spontaneous, sometimes exciting and always adventurous journey.
Saddle up your horses!
Here we go
So I'm thinking today - "I occasionally have something that I want to write down for posterity, maybe (a REALLY BIG maybe) someone else might be interested". So there you have it!
Coming in future posts - who is writing this and why in the world did he name this blog "The Great Adventure"?
Coming in future posts - who is writing this and why in the world did he name this blog "The Great Adventure"?
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