I was in Allentown to help lead an workshop on antiracism at First Presbyterian Church of Allentown on February 25. Sunday, February 26 saw me bring greetings to the six worship services on behalf of the Presbyterian Mission Agency. My friend Sheila Clever brought some purple flowers to brighten the day.
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20 February 2017
Old Louisville
Louisville, KY
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These “flowers” were in the garden decorating the restaurant where Takako took me to lunch in Albuquerque.
13 February 2017
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After preaching at the First Presbyterian Church of Rumson, New Jersey, Noushin Framke hosted a wonderful lunch that included purple flowers. To view. Not to eat.
12 February 2017
After preaching at the First Presbyterian Church of Rumson, New Jersey, Noushin Framke hosted a wonderful lunch that included purple flowers. To view. Not to eat.
12 February 2017
If you follow this blog, or simply wander through a few of the posts, you will notice a fondness, a deep affection, for Northern New Mexico. It is one of several locations where I experience a profound affinity for the place.
When I was scheduled
for a meeting in Albuquerque, I made an airline ticket that would allow me to arrive about six hours before the meeting. The timing did not permit more free time.
As the day for the meeting approached, I began to see the flaw in my plan. I had no way to travel from the airport.
My friend Takako Terino came to my rescue with an invitation to hang out until I needed to go to the hotel. We went to lunch and had a long conversation. Then we decided to take the tram up to San
dia Peak.
The mountains were wrapped in cloud. While in made for poor viewing of Albuquerque, it was an incredible experience. Disappearing into the clouds and then the mountain emerging suddenly.
A winter wonderland awaited at the top. Snow made intricate patterns on the trees as the cloud swaddled us.
On the return trip, the person driving the tram looked at me and said, “Your hat is on backward. And there is a tag showing.” See the photo.
Before I could reply, the person removed my hat, put it back on “correctly” and tucked in the tag.
As the person did, I thought, “Seriously? I look like someone who cares about how my hat looks?” But I said nothing.
When Takako and I left the tram, I readjusted my hat and let my free tag fly.
See you along the Trail.
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Along the Graybeard Trail 