Up, up and away
Yesterday I journeyed by plane from North Dakota (yes, there's an airport) to Chicago. On the first leg of the trip I sat next to a 40 year old man called Terry from Willliston, ND. He was flying to Minneapolis to catch a connecting flight to Vegas. He was headed toward a weekend with high school buddies to, in his words, "drink lots of beer and stay up late." I wondered, Terry does your mom know about this? Anyway, the small talk ensued. "Where ya from?" "What brought ya here?" "Where ya goin'?" "Why?" I explained to Terry that I was going to Chicago to speak at a retreat for a high school youth group. I also explained that I now work at a church in ND. I could tell he knew nothing of church so I kept our discussion mostly on the small talk. After a bit of silence he turned to me with a puzzled look and asked, "so...are you like the church manager or supervisor?" I don't know that I had ever heard of that position but I was certain that if there was such a profession it would most certainly be held by God Himself. Trips by plane in America are interesting places for one hour conversations.
3 comments:
Family of Blacks...coming soon.
You didnt call me back.
Google Earth Rocks...they finally have it for Mac's.
Munich gets two thumbs up.
I like telling people on planes that I am the pilot.
Ok...back to studying.
i like airplance meals--not because the food's all that good, but because it makes me feel special somehow. once i got a couple of free bottles of whisky. that made me feel special and warm.
you might've thought i'd just received another couple-o-bottles that i finished off before writing that last comment by the way i spelled airplane
airplance=airplane
unless you're on the planet fijerbuggy, in which case airplance is the king of flabergoggle--keeper of the seal, and protector of the flubberboggens.
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