Dear Bob, here are some photos of my life here on the campus of Concordia Seminary. I love kids, working with the grounds crew, swimming, playing with my dog friends, and especially my own family people.
After church yesterday I stopped by a Collinsville convenience store to pick up a paper. Before I even got my money out, the young man working the register started in on the nobleness that is Occupy Wall Street and Occupy every other city.
Whoa. The guy was a one subject obsessed machine, congenial, but determined to get his feelings on the OWS protests known. He was a supporter, probably had spent some time in downtown St. Louis at Occupy St. Louis.
His first words to me were: "The protesters have a right to peaceful assembly, why are they being attacked?"
I thought to myself, "Oh gee", get me out of here."
Then he said for what would be a dozen times, "They have the right to peaceful assembly and the right to free speech." "No one can take that away." "The protesters in Denver were shot with rubber bullets, how is that enforcing the right to peaceful assembly?"
So I'm standing there with my dollar-fifty and the paper thinking, "What do I say without having to get into a day long argument?"
He says, "Why don't people see what the protesters are doing is a good thing?"
I said, "Well, every protest has its opponents depending on a point of view. How did you view the Tea Party rallies?"
He obviously didn't hear that question, his head was so full of protest slogans. He went on to say:
"We don't really work for money, we work for things we need."
Oh boy. So I said, "So, you'd rather the store paid you from a list of needs you have each week, like say, one week you need toilet paper, bread and milk, a new shirt. The next week they pay you with cereal, beer, soda and chips?"
He answered, "The protesters have a right to peaceful assembly and free speech without the fear of getting shot with rubber bullets or pepper spray."
I said, "Well, I hope things work out. I have to get going, have a good one."
Saw a definitive example of the root of poor sportsmanship today. At the end of a kindergarten soccer game, when the two teams line up and walk past members of the opposing team slapping hands, the winners kept up a chant of "bad game" "bad game" as they passed each kid on the losing team. No attempt by the coaches or parents to stop this.
Sheesh. What will these kids be like when they're in high school?
We rarely receive phone calls from our landline phone any more. Most of the time we ignore that phone when it rings because 99 precent of the time it is a political call, Charter, AT&T, or someone taking a survey.
But this morning it rang and I decided to run downstairs to answer it because it seemed too early to be a begging call. I figured at 8:30 it was family or a seminary call. Although family pretty much calls the cell numbers.
But no. It was American Express. We don't have an American Express card, so I didn't answer it.
I think it's time we got rid of the landline, it's a useless expense and only serves entities trying to sell us something or get us to donate to something.
For a game that fewer and fewer people watch, the All Star baseball game loomed large during this year's World Series. How important was it? Very. Because Milwaukee Brewer, Prince Fielder hit a homerun that won the game, the National League gained home field advantage in the WS.
The way things played out, that advantage was huge. Thank you Prince Fielder from all of St. Louis.
The University of West Virginia has decided to join the Big 12.
We always stop in Morgantown, at Sheetz Gas and delicious food :) when we drive to and from Washington DC so have become familiar with West Virginia and its mountains, sharp curving highways, and the school. But, boy, it isn't easy to get there.
This was West Virginia mountains last spring when we were heading home after Drew was born.