Day: August 22, 2003

Another weekend, another trip…

We’re heading to Portland this weekend to visit Shel and Vik. That I have been focused on work and inlaws too long this week is evidenced by the fact that the only thing going through my head right now is Paul Simon’s “Graceland,” with these words:

We’re going to Portland, Portland,
Portland, Oregon,
We’re going to Portland.
For reasons I cannot explain
I’m driving four to eight hours south
To Portland
And I may be seeing fender bending
Every mile from Tacoma
Or maybe there’s no construction there now
But I have reason to believe
It’ll take until late eve
To get to Portland

To Esta, who is making it real

Esta writes about her last day in the office before starting her course of study at Union Theological Seminary. I want to offer my heartfelt congratulations to her for finding the courage to make a really, really big move, and doing it it with clear vision and optimism in spite of the uncertainty. Esta, you may be my little sister, but it’s a big step—probably bigger than mine—and I wish you all the best luck in the world, and God’s guidance.