Long Time, Really No Talk

Well, it's been a while since I've really put anything substantial up here but I've got some time now to just sit down and put some old stuff up. I am back in Boston after my two+ weeks in Kansas. I'll fill you in on that some other time.

First off, the trip to New York for the White Lake Reunion. I enjoyed that weekend immensely. First of all, the actual trip on the way there was just full of exciting things. We were without an atlas (which just bothered me :]); we had to stop for a bathroom break no more than a half hour after a previous stop; it was my first time in Connecticut; we saw a dog walking across I-84 just get nailed (not a fun sight); Peter and I, while listening to Another One Bites the Dust, named the dog, Dum Dum, after the lollipops Anna had given us before we left; it was Rachel's first day of driving, so the boys' car consistently sped away from the girls' car (irony: Drive Faster by The Killers started playing); we stopped at a gas station that sold cigars and school supplies (it seemed like a mini-Wal-Mart).

And that was all just on the way there! On the way back, we stopped at a gas station that had to be the best looking one I'd ever seen. The landscaping was well done. It was clean. And the bathroom was amazing. I told everyone else that I hoped the bathroom in my future house would be that nice. It was nicely tiled. There were flowers on the top of the toilet (fake or real depending on who you talked to). There was a TV in the corner! What gas station has a TV in the bathroom! I could try and describe it more fully, but I'll just say that it was just very well done, that's all there is to it.

As for the conference, it was very good as well. I met Brad Johnston, who is the current pastor in Walton, NY, where my family used to be. We (well, at least me) had a good time talking about the current events in Walton. Brad spoke on Hell and Heaven, of which I was only able to hear about Hell. I had to miss the lecture on Heaven because I was preparing devotions for after supper, which I was assigned that afternoon after the eldest Trexler injured his shoulder, meaning that the middle Trexler had to leave. Sorry, there were Trexlers in my high school and only their first names are coming to mind right now.

The kids were good and we all had a fun time being with each other and fellowshipping. Paintball was alright, too, I guess.

Well, I'll leave you with that and hope to get back to more regularly scheduled posts. Take care, folks.