Kansas Adventures
KC-135 Stratotanker Refueling Mission
Chris Gnagi invited me on a “Civic Leader” flight out at Forbes Field today. (Why he thinks I’m a civic leader is a whole other discussion.) Got to the gate at 7:30, inside the auditorium by 7:45. At 8 am, the briefing started. After some time on the history of the National Guard, the actual flight crew walked us through the mission.
We were going to fly down to Springfield then over to Oklahoma City then back to refuel and do training runs with a B-52 out of Barksdale AFB (LA). The KC-135 that we were using today was built in 1957 and can fly halfway around the world before needing to refuel. They can refuel anything military and NATO. No helicopters and no commercial airlines.
Chris got me in the cockpit for takeoff. Lots of communication between pilots, cargo crew, ground crew, and tower. Lots of knob twisting and checklists. Found out there is triple redundancy on the engines and power generators. That’s good to know.
Each engine has to be spun by air pressure first. As they gain speed, fuel is pumped to them and is ignited. Each engine does this independently. I feel the plane pop a bit with each engine coming up to speed. Those quick take-offs in the movies that let the good guy get away? I don’t think that is happening with this plane.
Pilot is getting last minute instructions as to what runaway to use for takeoff, what elevation and climb he needs to take. Then he has to report who is on board. “18 souls onboard.” 14 passengers, 4 crew but they still say – “souls” when reporting how many people. I like that.
Wylie 31 Heavy is our call sign. Rogue 07 (Zero-Seven) is the B-52 we are refueling. As we taxi to takeoff we got confirmation that Rogue 07 is airborne.
The first overwhelming feeling is takeoff. 4 huge engines just lifting this beast off the ground. All the while there is constant conversation on the radio – altitude, tower control, bearing information. It’s multitasking on steroids. It feels much like a commercial airline take off except for one major difference – the noise. It’s loud and I’m thankful for the headset.
About 10 seconds after lifting off there is a glitch. The landing gear. There was the big bright light on the lever that indicated that not all the wheels were up. Pilot calls back to cargo for visual inspection. Cargo tells us that he can see the wheels and that they are in retracted but we have no confirmation that the they are locked in place.
During this whole time, the tower is giving instructions as to heading and altitude and speed and climb rate. There is quite a bit of chatter. We are told the nearest plane to us is a Cessna about 6 miles away at 6500 feet.
We get to 4,000 ft and the pilot goes “around the horn” on recycling the landing gear. This means every crew member says yes/no on whether to re-engage the landing gear then pulling it back up. All say yes. The pilot tells tower what is going on. The landing gear lever is dropped and I can feel the plane start dragging. It’s like someone has hit the brakes. The wait a few seconds then pop the lever back up. All lights go dark. In this case that is a good thing because that means the gear is up and locked in place. All good, off to refuel.
We are at 6k ft and are clear to go to 23,000. It’s pretty foggy. Heavy cloud cover. Can’t see anything. Until we get to 23,000. Then the sun pokes thru and you can literally feel it warm the plane.
On radar we can see these white dots with numbers on it. +7 means that plane is 7, 000 feet higher than we are. -4 means 4,000 feet lower.
We get a call – Rogue 07 is inbound, 1 mile away. They will be coming up on our right wing. Gnagi gives me a nod to head back to the boom. I drop my headset off and am immediately overwhelmed by the noise. It is loud. The only way to really communicate with one another is screaming.
I make my way down the cargo bay, grab an airmask to wear in case the cabin loses air pressure and some much needed ear plugs. You can see here that they come with simple instructions. This mask comes with 5 minutes of oxygen. (That’s what the label says.) I guess that means if the pressure goes, they’ve got 5 minutes to get to a lower altitude.
I can see the B-52 off our wing and it doesn’t look that big. In the galley pics below, if you look closely it’s just underneath the wing. Of course…that is one mile away. He’s about to get a lot closer.
The boom operator lays down on this couch and has both feet and hand controls over the boom. There is an extension that comes out and actually connects with the plane. There is also some play with the boom – up/down and right/left.
There is close to 80,000 lbs of fuel in this bird. (I think that is the number…it was pretty loud in the plane so don’t quote me on that.) It’s located in the wings and under the fuselage where most aircraft put luggage. Gravity does most of the work moving the fuel around. Less mechanical dependency, less mechanical failure. Chris tells me that it’s possible to send fuel from the receiver plane to the KC-135 but not preferred. In fact, he said only in extreme emergencies would they even attempt it.
It’s hard to describe the feeling laying down watching a B-52 fly right up underneath you. So I shot some footage with my iPhone instead. What a ride!!!
NOTE: The footage is in HD and looks incredible but is taking a ridiculous long time to upload. So I’m working on a faster process but the video is coming. And it’s pretty incredible. I’ll update it again on Twitter when it’s finished. In the meantime, enjoy the pics.
Video is done and here it is. Be sure to watch it in HD. Pretty awesome.
My Labor Day Weekend
Friday Night – Wedding at Lake Shawnee. Really enjoy this couple. Looking forward to getting to know them better. I prefer Friday night weddings over Saturday afternoon.
Saturday
11 AM – funeral for Robin Sadler. Western Hills was packed. We got a little late start on the funeral to make sure everyone was situated and ready. I don’t think anyone minded at all. Funerals are never fun but this one was good. Good in that – we miss Robin but her life and testimony give such hope and joy. Lots of tears and laughter.
1 PM – get home from funeral to head out to Lake Wabaunsee. We were invited by some friends to spend the weekend but obviously couldn’t. Instead, we came out for Saturday afternoon. Rain came rolling in at the same time we were getting ready to leave. We were tempted to just stay home. I was tired, drained from the funeral/wedding but…we decided to go anyway.
So glad we did. I caught one fish in the middle of the day. Not bad at all considering the conditions. The company and food were outstanding. We looked up and it was already 8 pm. Time flies. Headed home for church.
Sunday
9 & 10.30 AM
It’s Labor Day weekend and I’m learning in Kansas that means days at the lake. Plus our weather this weekend was absolutely gorgeous. I know other pastors will never admit this but it’s true – I was preparing for a ‘low’ Sunday. I get it. I understand. I don’t harbor ill-well to those families who take off on a long weekend to spend with their family. It’s just a reality that the church has to deal with.
We were pretty packed on Sunday morning. Never would have guess it was a holiday weekend.
We had a great service as well – dealing with the issue of eternity, heaven and hell. Here are the two big nuggets I hope people walked away with…
I was sold “Heaven” as a kid like a time-share condo. If they had told me that the only way to get to heaven was to do cartwheels with animal crackers in my mouth, I’d have done that. I wanted no part of Hell.
Truth is there is no heaven without Jesus. Where ever Jesus is, Heaven is. The real question of eternity isn’t about heaven and/or hell. It’s about Jesus. Do you love and want to be with Jesus?
1 pm
We leave church and head to Kansas City to drop kids off at Nana’s and Poppy’s house. They will celebrate Cayden’s birthday yet so more. (It felt like birthday week, not birthday day this year…) Amy and I grab a room on the Plaza.
We get a 3 mile walk in before dinner and rent a couple of movies at redbox.
Monday
We get another over 3 mile walk in, then coffee at Starbucks. A visit to the Apple Store then some BBQ for lunch. We wanted Oklahoma Joe’s but they were closed for Labor Day. Rosedale BBQ instead. It was a mixed bag. The sausage and corn fritters were the best ever. The pork and fries were average/below average.
5pm
Head over to some friends house in Topeka for grilling.
8pm
Home and kids in bed but allergies decided to kick me in the face pretty good. I spend the next hour just sneezing and basically miserable.
Ready for the week? Ready or not…
Jazz In Topeka – London Style
Last night was the Friday night art walk and I had a great night planned for Amy & I…plans that never happened due to circumstances which aren’t all that important. BUT the we ended up stumbling upon a great little gem of downtown Topeka – London’s Jazz Cafe. It’s located just off 6th & Kansas, in the old Himer’s Luggage store.
What got me interested was a rumor going around that they served fried chicken and waffles. Now that is southern soul food, right there. And don’t knock them until you’ve tried them.
MINOR RABBIT TRAIL: One of the biggest issues of living in the midwest and west is that these people out here don’t know really how to cook to fried chicken. So it’s risky ordering fried chicken. Most places out here have this crispy, golden skin (good) with a bone-dry meat underneath (horrific). OR the breading on the chicken is slimy, not crisp and golden. There are not to many things more disappointing than getting your stomach all set on some good fried chicken and having to eat that junk. And for the record — the best way to fry chicken is in a cast-iron skillet.
BACK TO LONDON’S: You could hear the live music spilling out onto the street. That Blues Band was in a groove…and it was good. Not Bealle Street good but good enough. The owner (Lisa Kirk) met us at the door, gave us a great big friendly welcome and off we went to experience the food.
THE GOOD:
$5 cover charge – more than reasonable. Great musician and good vibe in the room.
$10 Chicken & Waffle Special – you get two big pieces of chicken, a waffle, all the sweet tea you can drink and a dessert the size of a hubcap. The chicken was cooked about to perfection. Very good, very moist.
Dessert – there were 6 or 7 different choices, one of which was a lemon cake that probably weighed 4 lbs. One dessert is plenty big enough to share. Try the brownie/ice cream/cookie tower dessert as well.
Atmosphere – about halfway through the night, I noticed two distinct things. First, there was no alcohol and there was no smoking. Finding good live music on the weekend is a tricky proposition. Most of the time when you find great music, you have to fight the smoke-filled room the first part of the evening. I have ridiculous allergies so not having to sneeze, hack, or cough my way home was a nice treat. The second part of the evening is avoiding the intoxicated people whose lack of dancing ability is no longer an issue for them OR they want to tell you how wonderful of a person you are even though you just met. Again — nice benefit of the night at London’s. Good food. Good music. Good atmosphere.
Needs Some Work:
Sound/Volume – the band sounded great, the guitars and bass, drums and percussion were tight and clean. The vocals were muddy in the mix and it was just a bit to loud for that size room. Especially for jazz and blues. A softer touch on the mix with a bit more emphasis on the vocals will do wonders for an already great experience.
Service – people were friendly but wait staff was not outstanding. It was average. Plus, the cups they served their beverages in were extremely small. So constant refills were needed but wait staff could seldom keep up with the demand. (They should have left a pitcher at the tables…another idea.) On the positive side, we did not have to wait long at all for our food.
Overall – great experience and will return. Highly recommend for our Topeka friends looking for a good night on the town. Check website for schedule.
The Ghost Town of Peterton, KS
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Kids had the day off so after some lunch we headed to explore the abandon ghost town of Peterton, KS. Peterton is located 2 miles north of Osage City, 4 miles south of Burlingame off of Hwy 56. One of the only websites I could find about Kansas ghost towns said there were a few buildings to explore. In its heyday, Peterton was said to have 4 churches and twice as many brothels.
We drove out to the site and the only thing we could find were barns. Fortunately, the mail was being delivered and I waved down the lady to ask her about the town of Peterton.
“You’re standing in the middle of it.”
The fellow she was delivering mail to walked out to the road to hear what we were talking about. After being reluctant to talk to a city slicker from Topeka, he finally warmed up to tell me all he knew about the old town of Peterton.
“It’s all gone. All of it. It used to be call the ‘N***** Acres’ because…well, that’s where all the blacks lived. But if you go up to this road and to the T junction and head back east, there are a few buildings left. There’s not much left. Now, there’s an oldtimer in Osage City, he’s 98 and if he catch him on a good day – he can tell you stories that will make your hair stand on end.”
We found the buildings but to there was no way to tell what they once were. One was burned to the ground and you could tell three different stages of building. Camber found some kind of figurine in the ash but most of the site is now used for dumping trash.
Fortunately the weather was great and that made the day enjoyable in spite of a less than awesome find on our first Kansas Ghost Town Adventure. We’ll try again but Peterton is not on the return list.
We did find a cool park in Burlingame and stopped by one of the “Mom and Pop” stores downtown for ice cream but it was closed.
Roller Coaster Day
7.30 am – Alarm goes. I think it goes off. Amy gets up. At least I think Amy gets up. Stayed up too late last night. We got a late offer on our house. It was a mixed blessing. We got our asking but if we want to close the deal, we’re going to have to pick closing costs. An expensive way to close the deal but I’ve heard the horror stories of houses sitting there forever and trying to save 8k turns into losing 15k more. Discretion is the better part of valor.
7.50 am – “Are you going to get up or not?” Not the best question to hear first thing in the morning but it confirms that Amy is indeed up and I am not. I stumble up. Put on workout clothes. I look at Amy. We’re supposed to be happy, right? We’ve sold our house in this market and we’re not completely upside down. Right? I don’t feel happy. But that maybe mostly because it’s morning.
8.10 am – Amy has my coffee ready, bagel ready. Getting kids in Xterra. I’m looking forward to today because I have nothing really on it. I’ll work out, get to write all day long. Meet with a congregant at 1. Finishing writing around 3.30 to pick up kids and head to Emporia for the Girls State Basketball Game. Washburn Rural is playing and it gives me some time to grab some dinner with some Emporia friends.
8.30 – Walk kids into school. Drama starting as I leave. School is serving pizza at lunch today but Cooper didn’t sign up. They won’t let him buy a piece since he didn’t sign up. He’s a bit upset. I tell him – relax. I’ll bring you Chick-fil-A and we’ll eat lunch together.
8.40 – start working out, listening to Andy Stanley.
9.20 – done, go down to showers and realize that although I have clean underwear and clothes to change into…I don’t have a towel.
9.21 – scrounge up a couple of clean hand towels to use.
9.30 – realize that they don’t make hand towels as big as they used to.
9.40 – on my to the office, realize I’ve missed a call. It’s our realtor. We’re going to counter-offer but I don’t to flush this thing just because I can. I don’t have to have the last word in the deal but I don’t want to leave money on the table either. I need to sign some forms and refill out our disclosure form. ???? Why? Because their office, the state, whoever has a new form and every house in Colorado that is sold in the year 2009 forward must have this form. Great. Our government at work killing trees and killing time.
9.45 am – ministry friend calls. He asks – “How did you deal or answer the questions with being in Parker for only 2 years?” I hate this question. I tell him. I’m not dealing with it. I hate it. It wasn’t ‘supposed’ to be that way. There’s a long pause. God gifts me some momentary revelation, I think.
I tell my friend…Here’s probably the real truth of the matter. I’m more bothered about the 2 years because of how it reflects on me. It has nothing to do with God. I think that’s a character flaw of a lot of us in ministry…we worry about our own character and reputation more than we do about just following Jesus. I know I was supposed to be at Pinecrest. I know we’re supposed to be at Western Hills. Why? Got nothing. Only 2 years? Bugs me to death. I don’t think it bothers God a bit.
10.00 am – After returning a few calls, get to office finally. Tragedy. One of the volunteer Upward soccer coaches has died this morning. He was 38 years old. The same family lost their 1st grader in a car accident a year and a half ago. I’m speechless.
We scramble around, line up some meals, I call the house, leave a voicemail. Gina, our children’s/upward/do it all ministry volunteer is pushing this forward. She’s arranging for some meals and is showing up by the house later.
10.30 am – Amy calls. It’s her second day on the job. We have one of those moments on the phone. Selling our house in Colorado is closure. No, we’re not thrilled about the financial aspects of the situation but even if we had made a gazillion dollars on the house….we’d feel the loss.
We know we’re supposed to be here. (Second time so far today that’s come up.) I couldn’t have asked for a better welcome, a better spirit, a better place to be a new lead pastor. Couldn’t. Everything here has been great. It’s not about that. It’s about missing friends that were family. Our house. The reality of moving. We’ll be fine later. We will. But right now for 15 minutes…we’re not.
10.44 – Realtor calls back. It’s a go. They agreed to our counter. No, I’m not done with the 17 page treatise I’m supposed to be signing. Faxing to them in minutes.
11.00 am – finalizing some details for Garen who will preach in my stead this Sunday. Answering some emails.
11.15 – leave for lunch with Cooper. Plenty of time. Will not…can not be late.
11.20 – Get to chick-fil-a counter, I’m the only one in line. Awesome.
11.21 – Nicki or Nicole or whatever is taking her first order ever. It’s not a hard order. 2 Number 5′s, 12 pack nuggets. A Dr. Pepper and a Coke Zero. Repeat this order 4 times.
11.25 – I can still make it to Coop by 11.45 despite first time Nicki.
11.30 – Nuggets? We’re just putting them in the fryer, it will be 3 minutes. This is the real reason they use plastic forks at fast food places. It’s harder to kill them with plastic sporks.
11.37 – Speeding through mall parking lot to get to school in time. Slam on brakes to catch stop sign. Drink carrier tops over. I grab carrier in time to only lose 1/4 of my drink.
11.47 – pull into school parking lot. I’m late. Shouldn’t have played out this way.
11.48 – walk into school cafeteria, see Cooper with empty chair beside him and I can tell he’s been crying. “Bro…what’s up??” “I thought something happened and you couldn’t make it.” We have a great lunch but it’s a tender moment.
1.00 – Meet one of WH’s congregants. He’s a former pastor. Talks of the wounds ministry left him. He was in the Navy for over 20 years, ministry another 20 after that. I find it interesting that tough, hardened men will still tear up if they’ve ever been wounded by a church. I get it. If you’ve ever been wounded by a church, it leaves a sting and a mark you’ll never forget. Some never get over it. I like this man. He is a good man, a wise man. He tells me that I challenge him and that he’s excited about the future of Western Hills now. He tells me – “You are exactly the man we needed.” Third time today…I don’t catch it at first. This man could be my grandfather. I’d like that.
2.00 – More paperwork from house in Colorado. It’s unreal the amount of paper churches and real estate offices chew through.
2.30 – Meet our realtor here. We’re going to slam through 3 houses that Amy really liked before we head to Emporia. One of them had an offer fall through. It was the house that Amy really liked. It’s on the far end of what we can afford. It’s also got every single thing we’d like – finished basement, front porch, big rooms to do life groups in, cul-de-sac.
3.20 – Realtor calls. Crap. Forgot to get Amy to sign the same 4,000 pages I did for the house in Colorado. We’ll get it done. Give us a few minutes.
3.30 – I go pick up kids, will run by Real Estate office here to fax and think through our options as far as our new house here.
4.00 – Brazil called. Would like their rain forest back. Fax stuff to Colorado. Realize I didn’t complete new disclosure. Fill it out, try it again.
4.30 – Decide on house here. We offer what we can with a little wiggle room for a counter offer.
5.00 – finally on road to Emporia. Call friends. Dinner is out. Crazy day. We’ll see them at the game.
6.30 – Washburn comes out cold. Garden City is on fire. Girls go on 6-0 run to end 1st quarter tied at 20. Not sure what happened between quarters but Washburn goes on 18-2 run in the 2nd quarter. They cruise in the second half.
8.11 – Go to Braums in Emporia, grab some shakes with Terrells. I miss Nate and Cathy. Cathy tells story of how she thought she was in a nightmare but woke up and realized it was Nate. Nate replies…”She then thought she was in heaven.” To which Cathy rolls her eyes. Nate shrugs…”She did say ‘Lord’ when she saw my face.”
8.30 – Heading back to Topeka, get call from realtor here. They have a counter to our offer. Take drive into town to think about it. Call my parents on way back to check on Dad and his EEG. They didn’t find anything. 
9.40 pm – Roll into Topeka, drop me off where I left my car at the realtor’s office. He’s still there, I walk in to see what the progress is on the deal. It’s a hard situation. It’s a great house at a good price. We’ve seen worse houses at higher prices. Their counter-offer was reasonable.
The problem is money on our end. I know what we can pay, we’re at that top end and we’re still short. I don’t fault the buyer for wanting more. They honestly could probably get more…just not from us. I tell the realtor – I understand if they don’t want this offer. If the roles were reversed…I’d be tempted to walk away myself. I can’t do anything else. I’m leaving for Denver tomorrow, if this won’t work…we’ll start over when we get back.
10.30 pm – Call Amy on my way home from realtor’s office. I tell her the saga. I’m tired. It’s been a long day and week and I’m ready for the week off. To ski. To feel the snow. To hear and see the Rockies. My soul needs it. I roll down the windows to get a preview of the crisp air.
Amy says ‘God’s been so good to us. It’s just a house. I’m sorry it didn’t work out but we know we’re supposed to be here and this just means our house isn’t ready yet.’ I don’t tell her that this is about the umpteenth time today I’ve heard that phrase. I know she’s disappointed. I am too. But it’s not the end of the world. Far from it.
A few blocks away a mom is putting her kids to bed without dad. It’s the first night of many that Dad won’t pray with those kids. We’re not homeless or poor by any stretch of the imagination. There is much to be thankful for.
‘I just love you. I’ll be home in a bit.’
10.40 pm – I hear a beep. Someone calling in at 10.40 pm. Never good. It’s our realtor I just left 10 minutes ago. I tell Amy…’I'll be right back.’
“So this is either really good or not so good.”
“Go home, go to sleep. Looks like you just found your home here in Topeka.”
10.45 pm – unload car of book bags and backpacks. I check my email. Too many to answer right now. I see some of the names, pray for them quickly. They’ll understand if I don’t answer them right away.
11.20 pm – sit down to type this out so that I’ll never forget it.
12.00 am – 6.45 am will come early and the boys at Cracker Barrel won’t allow me to miss twice. I’ll have to tell this story because none of them read my blog. If they did, it would only give them even more fodder to tease me about. But…they are good men. No…they are godly men who from week 1 have provided a place for me to be real, a place to push me to be a better man of God.
And I’m pretty certain one of them will say something along the lines of … “See, you know this is exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
A Religious Experience?
Had a friend call me today and give me two tickets to the KU-Texas game. It was senior day at the Phog and I took Cooper with me.
I’ve been to 3 games at the Fieldhouse. My first game was a Texas game, back in ’97. Amy and I went. Cooper was there too, inside Amy. My second game was last Sunday. This was my third. I think I can honestly say that Allen Fieldhouse has to be one of the best atmospheres in all of college sports. Maybe in all sports.
It’s like going to church for the first time after not going in a while. They have their own songs they sing, when they sing it, and how they sing it. They have their own ‘order’ of worship, their liturgy if you will. And the benediction…
Rock Chalk, Jayhawk KU.
At any rate, going there with Cooper today was incredible…to see it through his eyes. The intro video, the cheers, the student section, the noise, the intimacy of the Phog. After the game was over and the fans were leaving he looked at me and said – “I don’t want to leave. Do we have to?”
What makes a sports place sacred? Stories like today when a dad gets to take his son or daughter and share a memory that is larger than them both. When they can yell and scream, wave the wheat, boo the refs, and laugh together – that makes a place sacred.
And I’m thankful for these times.
Rock Chalk KU
Yesterday was awesome…I’ll post about our service in a minute or two…but after church, Doug Hamilton ambushed me and took me to “The Fieldhouse.” It was the Border War, KU versus Mizzou. I’ve been a KU fan for a while – since 1988 to be precise when Danny and the Miracles won the NCAA Championship. KU has been a source of intense annoyance and pain for me in the month of March as well. (As witnessed here, here, and here.)
We got there 4 minutes before tip-off and as I’ve said before…it’s one of the loudest venues I’ve ever been in…EVER. It’s not a big one but the energy is ridiculously off the charts. KU came out on fire, Missouri came out…well, they came out of the locker room and that was about it. It took MU about 7 minutes to decide if they wanted to pound it outside or run or shoot off the perimeter. While they were trying to figure that out, KU just kept scoring. Inside, outside, half-court game, full court run…by the half they were up 25 points – 45-19.
Halftime was interesting in that they honored Kirk Hinrich, hanging his number 10 in the rafter. He was part of the 2002 Final Four team. Looking back at that team – how in the world did they not win the NCAA Championship? Oh yeah…free throws and a freshman at Syracuse named Carmelo Anthony.
Second half didn’t fair much better for MU. The big run to close the gap never happened and the final score was 90-65. We had great seats and great company.
Steamboat Arabia
I got to go with Cooper this week on a field trip!! I love field trips. And this one would rank in the top 5 of all time.
There was a brother that worked for his dad at the family owned HVAC company. At one particular service call, he learned that there were over 100 steamboats that sunk on the Missouri River between St. Louis and Omaha. Talking with his other brother and dad about it, they decided it would be cool to find one of these ships, dig it up, sell the stuff from it and do it again. A treasure hunt in the middle of Kansas.
Here is one of the brothers. He was at the museum this day and he told us the story of how they found it (45 feet deep in the middle of a corn field) and what they found.
As they dug the stuff up – they quickly realized that they had found a fully loaded boat from 1853. It was in essence a time capsule of life before the Civil War. They knew that couldn’t sell all this stuff. It had to go into a museum. So they built their own.
The artifacts are amazingly preserved. Plates, shoes, boots, saddles, guns, knives, dolls, over 200 tons of stuff – basically looking at what Wal-mart would have stocked in 1852.
After the Steamboat Arabia, we headed to Kaleidoscope in Crown Center. It was awesome as well. Basically it was a bunch of creative stations that they turned the students loose to experiment and explore with. I would love to have a space like this at church.
Good time. I love hanging out with Coop. I’m glad he still thinks I’m cool enough to hang out with.