Driving back from Wisconsin this afternoon I saw a highschool baseball field. The announcers box built in the bleachers' back "Grandview Tigers" written in a simple cursive. I explained to myself that someone took the time to paint that, someone built the bleachers and that Grandview must have dozens to hundreds of people that all make it work. And ( Read more... )

As I went to take my outdoor graduation photos at the Oliver Bridge, past Gary New Duluth, I was thinking about what autumn brings to mind in regards to taste. The banana yellows make me think of honey, and the oranges call forth the deep warmth of apple cider. The tastes of autumn are in a sense more bland than those of the summer, yet no less ( Read more... )

The infamous A'Cappella choir retreat has come and passed. Rite of passage is a weary item to endure- the initiation was really just a weekend power stomp for returning members. What I did like I loved, and what I didn't like I found to be highly distasteful, and unimpressive ( Read more... )

Thursday evening. Quarter after seven. The sun has sunk further than the shine surface, and I'm waiting for the coffee to finish brewing ( Read more... )

Monday. In later months it will be my demise, but in these weeks of July, I won't complain about anything more than the heat ( Read more... )

In roughly an hour's time, I'll embark from this northern town across the whole of the upper midwest- we have a family reunion to attend in Portland Oregon, and we're making the trek by automobile. A lot can happen on a few thousand miles of roadway, so pray for safe travel; if prayer isn't you, just don't forget me. I won't be heard from until the ( Read more... )

I'll first say that God's blessings are far easier to see in the summer than the winter nights. My most dominant, green eyed blessing won't grace me as often a few months from now, so I'm glad to live out the days as I do ( Read more... )

Good morning world. Yesterday I didn't feel fed. There are days where life is full and there are days where I end wishing for more. I didn't play well in our game against Lakeview and it just didn't seem that the hours were put to good use. I got home and ended up reading out of Acts at 1 in the morning- Jars of Clay played kindly on my ears. I ( Read more... )

The first game of the recreational soccer season has passed, and we took Denfeld out two to nothing- my throat was dry and wasn't allowing me to breathe, but my Kirby was there and I'm very sure she kept me going. My bathroom on the third floor was designed with yellows, whites, and manilla; going in to shower, the natural light came through the ( Read more... )

My original hope this past Saturday was to propose a toast and lift glasses high to the night ahead; but as Green Mill congested, and our table got longer, I knew my voice would be wasted in the attempt. But not a worry- the night was perfect by my standards, and everything I would have toasted to fell wonderfully. Living as a single guy always ( Read more... )