Dallas – Part 1
I got into Dallas last Friday. I’m still looking for jobs without much success. I went to the singles group for the church Watermark on Tuesday night. Kind of scary. There were like 300 people there and I didn’t know any of them. I did make progress and met one person, so that was good. He gave me a card with a number on it and asked me to give it back to him next week. Looking back, though, I can’t really remember what he looked like.
The young adult leader looks like a cross between a football player, basketball player and male supermodel. He said at the end, “there is more to life than Tony Romo’s finger or Jessica Simpson’s cleavage”. Kind of an interesting and unexpected quote from a pastor.
I’m going again tonight.
Category: Musings




I don’t know what you do up here in Northern Indiana. Where I came from, on Friday nights, we used to get in our Dads’ trucks cause they used to build those trucks so that you could run over anything and it wouldn’t hurt them. You know, the old gravel roads, they just ran straight for miles and miles and miles. You never had to turn your car because you were always going in one direction until you wanted to go in another direction and then you had to wait until you came to a road to make a turn and then you’d make the turn and go straight in that direction for a long ways.
Great quote by the pastor. Good to hear you made it Texas.