Andy, in the meanwhile, wove a web of wires connecting our three headsets over a voice activated intercom, and then wired in an iPod and a Grisham “book on tape”. We soared around puffy fair-weather cumulus, and occasionally around a small thunderhead and a blast of rain. If the seatbelt didn’t hold me through the turbulence, I thought surely the tangle of cords would.
We’re back “home”–rolled into NY a few days later than planned. Most of the family caught the flu toward the end of the trip, and it seemed wise to extend our stay in Virginia to recover and make up for some lost days. They were sunny and warm ones, so we were reluctant to leave(…)
Hard to believe we’ve been doing this for twelve years… the missionary road trip. Back in 1997 we drove Renee’s little red Cavalier over ten thousand miles on our first “deputation” trip—raising up our support before the big move to Africa. I can hardly remember that trip save a few memories. We have this one(…)
We’re officially New Yorkers now, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. We were in the state a mere ten minutes when I got a speeding ticket. I was rocketing along at 32 MPH as the officer explained it to me. I think the Jersey tags on our borrowed car had something to(…)
I cannot remember the last time we were stateside for Memorial Day. I never forget the day, even as it passes completely unnoticed in Kenya. I married my pretty wife over this weekend thirteen years ago. She told me I should never forget our anniversary since it was “memorable” and thus celebrated sometime around Memorial(…)