What a weekend!
On a total whim, my 12 year old son and I dressed like we were going to the grocery store in Fargo, ND, in the middle of January and went to the Iowa/Ohio State football game.
Four layers of clothing, socks, and a men's parka. John and I both sported fur caps with ear flaps. We looked like we were from Nort DahKOtah, eh?
This morning, my daughter asked how we got our tickets. I said that I bought them off a guy in the street. "You mean a hobo?"
"Uhm...no. Not a hobo. He made $20 off me." Yes, I paid more than I should have because they can see me coming from a 100 yards away. But, it was worth every cent to make memories with my son.
Oh yeah, and Iowa lost. So much for that.
Today, in the midst of all that grips my heart and mind and makes me so introspective, a dear friend came rolling back into my life.
Just this spring, he had a massive stroke and we didn't even know if he was going to make it. He's now moved to Grinnell, and I haven't seen him since his stroke. The smiles, tears, and hugs from our little reunion were wonderful.
I can tell you that the things that I am wrestling with in my life look very different this evening.