January 2, 2007

• Howdy and Welcome to 2007!
  
  There are times I had serious doubts if we would make it - but alas, here we are.  Mrs. McFern and I just returned from Nashville, TN where we celebrated our 30th anniversary.  30 years, 30 long years!  Seems like yesterday, two young folks walking down the aisle in Oxnard, CA making vows they were sure they could keep for a life time.  How naive we are when we are young!  How could they know, how could they know?  I look back at the pictures and just shake my head in amazement, how could we see, how could we know what was ahead?  The successes, the failures, the kids, the jobs, the churches, the hopes, the dreams and the animals.  It reminds me that my bride and I are taking our place in the great circle of humanity.  We look back and smile - then we turn forward and look ahead.  What's next?  I don't know, but by the grace of God we will face it together.

  Nashville was fun but it was also a mixed bag of good and bad.  Southwest lost our pill and hair bag, found it and delivered it to the hotel the next day.  Then ... the hotel lost it for two days.  Boo for the Sheraton Music City.  The people were friendly in the tourist places but a bit standoffish in the community.  Music was terrific, we went to the Grand 'Ole Opry at the Ryman Saturday night.  My profile picture is of the Ryman - The Mother Church of Country Music!  New Year's Eve we went back to the Ryman and saw Garrison Kellor - that was as good as eating pie with Blue Bell ice cream!

  Now I must include a RANT in this new years diatribe.  Sunday we visited Woodmont Church of Christ one of those big happen' churches, home of Zoe and all that.  Mrs. McFern and I played the Eddie Boyer game - see how many times you get greeted before you sit down.  The number zero - (0)!!!  I guess the half hearted "'Morning" at the door could count as 1/2.  Hummmmmmmmm................ I don't think I would come back if I were a visitor.

  Well that's it for now, my bottom end hurts.  The Ryman has pews and they are not padded!  Even my Church of Christ raisin' could not make up for that.

  Mrs. McFern and I went to the big Pro Bass Outlet Store at the Opryland Mall and I got a new hat!  While I was browsing, I came across this little boy crying his eyes out - seems that he had lost his Grandfather.  He was a yellin' and screaming and going on until finally a clerk came up and tried to quite him down.  Se did her best reassuring the little boy that they would find his Grandaddy.  When he finally quit crying she asked, "What's your Grandaddy like?"  The little boy sniffled and said, "He likes those girls down at Hooters and that Jack Daniel's Whiskey!"

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