When our family was growing up, we took a road trip from New Jersey to Montana with our best friends and their children. We called it “15 for Road.” Eleven children and four adults began a more than 2200-mile trip in a nine-passenger station wagon and a beat-up van named Bessie. Bessie had 200,000 miles on her when we started, but our life-long friends were not the kind of worrying about such things.
There were no cell phones at the time, so we invested in the next best thing – walky-talkies. We would be following each other across the country, without GPS, so we thought they would...
Lectionary: 57
Like many people, my morning ritual begins with a fresh pot of coffee. This morning, as I was pouring my first cup, I allowed myself to be distracted for a moment and soon there was a puddle on the counter.
Looking down I exclaimed, “Yikes! My cup runneth over!” and proceeded to laugh hysterically at the situation and at my cornball response. (Thank goodness no one else was up yet!)