Here are some pictures from our two day Chicago trip. The Chicago River Architectural Tour was right up my alley. It’s hard to believe much of Chicago burned to the ground in 1871, and that the fire was so hot, it jumped the river in a sort of fire induced tornadic fireball. But that event, gave rise to a blank palette and aided by many great architects moving to Chicago to help rebuild, the city came back strong. It really is a remarkably beautiful city. Hancock Tower exhibits a structurally visible “X” exoskeleton and the building on the right is a classic … Continue reading Chicago

Mystery Vacation

Some pictures and commentary from our road trip to New York. Encountered a wandering imp named David in Springfield, MO who eagerly joined in our roadside yoga in a lovely shaded park near the zoo. We enjoyed the first of daily pauses, listening to our designated poet, assigned joke teller, daily homily giver and quote maker.Enjoying Sunday lunch at the Commoner in downtown Pittsburg. Eggs benedict with thick sliced pork belly. Downtown tour of Pittsburgh near the intersection of three rivers. We Segway our way through the Pirates baseball stadium and across three bridges. Lot’s of history in Pittsburgh which is a … Continue reading Mystery Vacation

Falling Headlong into the Tackle Box

Last night at the Brady Theater, Garrison Keillor sang and told stories accompanied only by a piano and his red sneakers. He talked about a conversation with a girl from an age he didn’t quite understand. She had lots of steel in various orifices, the lips, ears, nose. Keillor said it looked as if she had fallen headlong into a tackle box. And then we were all singing like it was Sunday morning, “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing,” and “Amazing Grace.” He told a story about his Mom, Grace Keillor, who sent him to swimming lessons in Minneapolis. (Because his cousin … Continue reading Falling Headlong into the Tackle Box

A Choir of Donkeys and Angels

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.   ~  Victor Hugo I had a reputation as a youngster that enshrouded me like cigar smoke hovering over Churchill on a still summer evening. I sang pretty well. I sang because my church sang a capella and everyone sang. If you stole our hymnals we would sing, because we knew the words and music by heart. We sang during chapel at Harding University for an entire semester sans songbooks when a guy I know but won’t incriminate hid 3,000 hymnals in an obscure corner of … Continue reading A Choir of Donkeys and Angels

The Beauty of Creative Destruction

I have two faces. My nice face smiles on cue and stops at neighborhood lemonade stands, tosses five dollar bills in the tip jar when the barista is not looking and eats blackberry cobbler with ice cream. My ugly face sprinkles tip jars with inconvenient change, mocks McDonald’s eaters and gulps $3 Venti Soy Americano’s while sniffing ginger in the produce section at Whole Foods. Successful people share a common trait; they have brightly lit bathroom mirrors, unlike the hotel furnished “mirror that lies” which Jimmy Buffet once sang about. Successful folks value self-assessment while embracing one unlikely character trait, … Continue reading The Beauty of Creative Destruction

My German Vacation Journal 9: Berlin

Leaving Wittenberg after a European breakfast of assorted cheeses, Nuremberg sausage, fruit, danishes, croissants, tea and coffee, we drove through the German countryside near Potsdam on our way to Berlin. Crisp asphalt lanes lined with white wooden posts streamed past our periphery like toppled bowling pins and leafy hardwood trees formed a canopy over our pastoral highway as we wove artfully along elegant curves admiring the gold fields, the green meadows and tall grasses tipped with delicate violet blooms. Occasionally, road signs warned of impact with the neighborly trees, the image of a broken car against the immovable force of … Continue reading My German Vacation Journal 9: Berlin

My German Vacation Journal 8: Facebook in 1517 on a church door

Thursday was wild card day so we chose a city of interest between Friday’s Berlin walk-about and Rothenburg. Martin Luther is a famous catalyst for the Protestant reformation and in the year 1517 he posted 95 reasons why indulgences, buying and selling absolution for sins, was contrary to the standard of sola scriptura, or by God’s word alone. He posted on the door of the Wittenberg castle church 95 arguments including one of my favorites, 86, which gently inquires why something that is freely given by God, forgiveness, should be used as a means to finance through threadbare purses of … Continue reading My German Vacation Journal 8: Facebook in 1517 on a church door