Belated condolences

I just discovered last night that retired U.S. Army Col. David Hackworth died in May 2005. "Hack," as many knew him, was an outspoken critic of the way the military handled the situation in Vietnam, and later the conduct of our campaign in Iraq. Over the years, he earned both criticism and praise. But in the end, he was one of the most decorated veterans this nation has seen in some time and showed his care and concern for the common soldier.
He provided an example of leadership and his legacy will remain for many years to come.

My July post in August

I find myself once again trying to reclaim my miniscule readership with another heartfelt apology and a feeble attempt to put something else out there for blogdom.
Bloggers who post infrequently and randomly aren't usually the ones who get noticed. That's not why I'm doing this, is it?
I must say that I do enjoy reading other blogs (Here's a shout out to Amanda Johnson in Texas!) In my blogging, I am attempting a moderate amount of anonymity, so I don't put everything out there. However, frequency and interesting material helps maintain readership.
So here's a rough recap of July. We:

• Continued bonding with a great group of friends who shoulder each other's burdens and really seem to give a rip when the sea gets choppy and got new perspective on what friendship means.
• With lots of help, hauled most of our earthly possessions across town.
• Went through some stuff we hope we never face again. Trust me - this statement covers several events we wouldn't wish on anyone.
• Watched our daughter grow, start forming some basic words and even move toward walking.
• Started walking through some transitional phases of life with some friends and we're hanging in there together.
• Felt like even simple things were hard to accomplish, like communicating and changing a burned-out turn signal bulb.

So far in August, we:

• Wish the Lord would send some rain and turn down the thermostat just a hair.
• Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.
• Hope our daughter will be prepared whether or not conditions improve in her time here on Earth before Jesus' return.
• Finally feel like we're not trying to walk in mud.
• Still think about Chris, Leah and the kids and find it odd to speak of them in the past tense.

That should get things kicked off for the month, except an explanation about the new tagline. While there are some things about the band "Drive-by Truckers" which curl my hair, I will say they sometimes have an uncanny grasp of the truth. What's more, they don't mind sharing it. A co-worker has introduced me to their work, concentrating on their album "Southern Rock Opera." It's an interesting look at Lynyrd Skynyrd, political and racial issues, and the world with and without the band. The line comes from the song "Shut Up and Get on the Plane," which talks matter-of-factly about death. Several band members died in a plane crash in 1977 outside McComb, Miss. The line is relevant to me because overcoming fear of all sorts is a challenge I'm growing regularly toward facing and conquering, by the grace of God.

Farewell for now

Those who knew Chris, Leah, Miller and Mallory Walls - or at least their families - filled Hillcrest Baptist Church in Enterprise, Ala. Saturday.
Some traveled at least as far as Arizona to pay their respects. Others drove from other locations throughout the Southeast, including Mississippi and Tennessee.
The reality of the loss seemed distant until funeral home personnel wheeled the four caskets - including two small ones - out of the sanctuary and the searing pain became evident on the faces of those left behind.
Mourners loaded up in their cars and rode several miles to the four donated plots where the Walls' earthly bodies rest for the time being.
Drivers stopped for the processional.
Some got out to pay their respects, with one man holding his bright orange Tennessee hat over his heart.
A police officer stood at attention while keeping other traffic at bay.
Enterprise noted its loss in fine fashion, and we're trusting Heaven responded in kind on receipt of these four souls.
Singing "You give and take away ... My heart will choose to say blessed be your name" in church today brought on a whole new meaning, and, of course, tears. I want to trust and believe the Lord in this our loss, but it's hard for both Amanda and I to accept that we won't be able to converse with our friends until we see them again.
They inspired us to reach beyond the norm. Amanda started painting several years ago. She had some emotions she wanted to express through art and Leah told her to go for it.
Chris and Leah both patiently listened and encouraged us as we sought the Lord's direction in the possibility of moving to Franklin, Tenn.
During this soul-searching, we got the amazing privilege to arrive in time to see Mallory enter the world from a downtown Nashville hospital.
I watched in awe as Chris pursued his dream to become a professional drummer and later, developed a record label.
Leah's art had a personal touch which went beyond her formal training and expressed her personality - warm, welcoming and full of life.
This family had a place in our aforementioned hodge-podge extended family.
We will miss them and hang on to the memories we have of them, pledging to make new ones with the friends and family we have left.
And, most importantly, we're praying that those we know will eventually come to know Jesus Christ, the One who makes bearable this otherwise unimaginable loss.
For more on the lessons we've learned from this, please see Amanda's blog by following the link "Amanda's blog (Upheaval in Mississippi)".

Last post for the night

Nothing major new to report. Phoenix television station websites have videotape of reports from the scene and may have updated their reporting through the evening.
We're running on adrenaline and that's about gone.
Will pass along, either here or through other means, any important details to share.
We last saw them when Chris, Amanda and I went with another friend of the family to see Rush in Nashville on the opening show of their 30th anniversary tour.
Chris and I were both huge Rush fans.
Of course, we still love the faith these two operated by, which led them to Phoenix.
Before I post the more serious things, Chris knew Amanda and I by our nicknames: "Paulina Poriskova (sp?)" for me and "(E)mand(er) Holyfield." I'm sure his nickname for Jadyn would've been just as humorous.
Here are some scriptures and some lines from a fitting Rush song, "Afterimage":
“Suddenly, you were gone
From all the lives you left your mark upon …
This is something that just can't be understood
I learned your love for life,
I feel the way that you would
I feel your presence
I remember

I feel the way you would

This just can't be understood... .”

Isaiah 26:3:

"You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you."

Proverbs 3:5:
"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding."

In memory of Chris, Leah, Miller and Mallory Walls

Details on this post may be disturbing to some readers:
Chris, Leah, Miller and Mallory Walls died in a two-vehicle accident around 4:15 p.m. MDT Friday, June 16 in metro Phoenix, Ariz.
According to various media reports, the family was on its way to a church service at Desert Life Church in Scottsdale, Ariz. They were stopped at an intersection in their Mazda MPV when a Chrysler Pacifica, driven by Haluk Kandas, 29, of Phoenix left an exit ramp going 65-70 mph and rear-ended the van. The vehicle eventually caught fire.
It is unclear exactly how the family died.
Chris and Leah were 36 and 34 respectively. Miller and Mallory were each approximately 7 and 5 respectively.
Chris had a wonderful entrepreneurial spirit and Leah was an amazing artist. They loved their children immensely and desired to serve Jesus Christ with their lives and talents.
We knew them from our days at Christ Community Church in Montgomery, Ala. and continued to stay in contact with them after they relocated to metro Nashville, Tenn. several years ago. They moved to Phoenix within the last 18 months. We last saw them in May 2004.
Those who wish may contact me via e-mail for further details. We hope to know more about funeral arrangements in the near future. I hope someone is able to post their works for the world to see. We pray that in their deaths and through their amazing gifts people will come to know Christ.

Update

Until we know something official, I'd prefer not to say anything about what's going on, but we've spent about the last two and a half hours trying to track down relatives of some friends of ours. We will post updates and details when things are verified. Amanda and I have done just about everything we can do, so we're going to finish up what we can and try to get some sleep.
Emphasis on try.
Thanks for your prayers and support.

Emergency prayer request

Amanda and I are trying to help locate the relatives of some friends at this writing. We don't know why, but we are in the middle of this and will pursue until we can bring some resolution.

Some of my favorite actors

Been thinking about doing this for awhile, at least for myself, but I've decided to share it with blogdom. Recently, I've been basing decisions on whether to see a movie if certain people are in it. Example: I went to see "The DaVinci Code" in part because Audrey Tautou and Jean Reno were in the supporting cast.
This is not in any particular order and I'm sure there are more I'm not thinking about right now. If you want to know more about these people, I would suggest a visit to:
http://www.imdb.com/
And hey, you can help build a little bit of community here by sharing some of your own favorite actors, either on your blog or by posting a comment.
Don Cheadle - Does almost everything with a panache that isn't overstated.
Audrey Tautou - It's quirky and at times, has suggestive material, but loved her in Amelie.
Jean Reno - Sold me in "The Professional," aka "Leon."
Natalie Portman - She's great in almost everything she does.
Tony Shaloub - "Blufftoni!" "Blufftoni!" Some of his lines from "Quick Change," in which he plays an immigrant trying to say that some people got on a bus. OK, you'll just have to see it. And he's super in "Men in Black." And he's Monk.
Vincent D'Onofrio - "The Edgar Suit" in "Men in Black." And he messes with peoples' heads in "Law and Order:CI." He was in "Full Metal Jacket," which I didn't realize.
R. Lee Ermey - Is usually funny when he's not playing a drill instructor, but he's dynamite in his military roles.
Andre Braugher - Sold me in "Homicide: Life on the Street," one of the best cop shows ever. Dug him tremendously in "Frequency."
Tim Meadows - An enormously talented actor whom I'm rooting for in his post-"Saturday Night Live" success.
Liev Schreiber - A great actor whose voiceovers are even better. He's narrated several things including "Mantle," an HBO feature on Mickey Mantle that's simply outstanding.
Pretty much all the "Seinfeld" bunch - Jason Alexander, Michael Richards, Jerry Seinfeld, Julia Louis-Dreyfus. Plus Jerry Stiller. He absolutely cracks me up. Richards has to be one of my favorite physical comedians.
Helen Hunt - Loved her and Paul Reiser in "Mad about You." She's another one who has just a magic touch in her performances.
Tom Hanks - He's a default major actor; I like almost everything he's ever played in that I've seen, including my favorite movie, "Saving Private Ryan."
Stephen Root - He's Bill delaTour Dauterive on "King of the Hill," Milton in "Office Space" ("I do believe you have my stapler.") and an absolute stitch at almost everything he's done.
All the main actors from "The Drew Carey Show." -
Drew Carey, Ryan Stiles (Lewis), Diedrich Bader (Oswald - also awesome in "Office Space"), Christa Miller (Kate), Kathy Kinney (Mimi) and Craig Ferguson (Mr. Wick).
The deceased:
Chris Farley: "I live in a van down by the river."
Phil Hartman: Just a jewel.
John Belushi: He was John Belushi.
That's it for now. Gotta get to some of those chores. Later

Batchelor life

Not used to not having Amanda and Jadyn around.
Yes, I'm kind of bored, and Hershey (our dog) is almost sound asleep at 10:30 a.m., but I have plenty of chores to keep me occupied and, who knows? I may go see a movie tonight.
Jadyn made her first cross-country flight earlier this week to see Amanda's grandfather, who recently fell ill. I'm hoping we'll see some pictures of the trip at least by the time they return next week.
I've had time to clean out the truck and did so before it got too hot - it's supposed to go to 97 the next two days and it's already 90 outside. Thank the good Lord for air conditioning.
Except for a post about favorite actors, I think I'll be done blogging here in the next few minutes.

Southern accents

Amanda and I recently started a discussion about how we want Jadyn's voice to sound, as if we ultimately have anything to do with it.
This discussion centers on the fact we've heard some accents of people native to this region of Mississippi who sound, well, not so braite.
Remember, I said, some. Many of our friends who are intelligent and educated do not sound stewpid, and there are some Southern accents - especially female ones - which are absolutely delightful to the ears.
And also keep in mind that I'm a (proud) Southerner too and am prone to lapse, from time to time, into verbal laziness.
But unfortunately, the "eeit sownded lahk uh frate trane" version of Southern dialects is alive and well.
I want Jadyn to have a Southern accent, but Amanda, who is from the Amish-Mennonite region of Pennsylvania, isn't sold.
While we haven't devised an official plan for this, I'm hoping she'll develop one of those genteel, smart-sounding accents that would "do us all proud."
We have time. And we have friends around, who, if they'll cooperate, will bring us to the right accent for Jadyn.
As much as any of us have anything to do with it.

Gotta put something in the May folder

Apologies
Been busy dealing with life stuff, so to my blog audience that's left, thanks for your patience, but I do have some things to say, or at least pass along.
Finally.
Felt like the best fodder to come along in a while came in my inbox from my mother-in-law today.
It's a forward and it's a good one. At least IMHO.
It reads (including what appears to be a signature from a previous forwarder):

THE PROBLEM

Secure the Mexican border, protect New Orleans from flooding, and
eliminate the threat of alligator attacks in Florida. ­
­
­THE SOLUTION

1. Dig a moat the length of the Mexican border. ­
­2. Take the dirt and raise the levies in New Orleans. ­
­3. Then put the Florida alligators into the border moat. ­
­Any other problems you would like for me to solve??
­
If you can read this, thank a teacher.
If you can read this in English, thank a soldier.

My take
Great solution. I like the idea. Also, the signature makes a great point too. We should remain ever grateful for the sacrifices of our fighting men and women who put their lives on the line and those who paid the ultimate price.
Regarding English as our primary language, I might sound like a stick in the mud, but it is what it is and it should stay that way.
However, we shouldn't bury our heads in the sand and act as though we're not seeing a steady growth in the Hispanic population in our country. We can address this very simply on an individual level - learn Spanish.
It's one of the things on a mental "to-do" list of mine. We should face the reality, learn what we can about the culture and gently instruct those who are arriving - illegally or otherwise - about our adopted native tongue.

A sad and amazing story
Haven't read a story like this in quite some time. It's about a family who'd been caring for a woman whom they thought was their daughter, who was severely injured in a car wreck. Turns out the young woman in the hospital was not their daughter, but another woman who was in the wreck too.
Their daughter was actually already in the ground.
It's hard to fathom these families' emotions. But the family of the woman who was, in reality, dead is trusting Christ through this, and this was visible on the blog they used to update the young woman's progress, which has since been deleted. The first link is to the story and the second is to a blog now updating people on the young woman who survived.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060601/ap_on_re_us/mixed_up_victims_12

http://efree.alpine-web.net/blog.cfm

That's it for now. Hopefully I'll post more than once a month in the future. Buenos noches!

Transition

I'm in an interim weekend where I'm not technically employed by anyone, except the Lord and my wife. As mentioned before, the change in employers is on the anticipation that I'll be able to spend more time at home with my family and be more directly involved in raising my daughter. The professional side should also provide me with some new experiences and challenges.
Got the rest of the grass mowed - first cut of the year (yeah the weeds were pretty high) - and I'm just hanging out with our ol' faithful dog as Jadyn naps and Mommy's at a baby shower for a good friend.
Supposed to have some bad weather rolling in but nothing but a few slightly swaying limbs outside at this writing.
So far I haven't made this blog very exciting, but I hope this little slice of Internet real estate sheds some insights on my heart, my life and my hopes and ultimately leads people to know Jesus Christ.
Somehow.

Blogging from the hospital

I have a big spot on most of my left calf. It's called cellulitis.
I may be in the hospital for a couple of days while they give me antibotics to fight off the infection.
The infection can be from diabetes-related problems with sores not healing, but not always. The docs are having me change some dietary things and encourging me to exercise more to prevent the actual onset of diabetes.
This took place as we've started a transition to another employer. I'm hoping to be able to spend more time with my family in this new position.

'Enjoy in moderation'

Disclaimers
This is not a joke. I saw an ad tonight for Hershey's dark chocolate. Fine print during the ad said something pretty close to "Enjoy in moderation."
Maybe those folks who said the next thing the "we know what's best for you" police will go after are right - regulating food intake.
Yes, I've eaten way more than I should of chocolate and all kinds of stuff, but I don't think regulation would ever cure people of being overweight.
The quote at the top is from my latest favorite show - "My Name is Earl."
It sometimes has the IQ of one my socks with holes in it, but it's also endearing. If you're easily offended, I wouldn't watch it.

I heart my extended family!

Just a real quick to note to express my gratitude for my extended family. As I've probably mentioned before, when I was growing up, those close to my immediate family didn't include those necessarily closest in kin. In fact, some of our closest "family" wasn't even related by blood or marriage.
That's still true today, though some second cousins on both sides of my parents' family and non-related people have truly stepped in where aunts, uncles and even my parents would be.
And Amanda and I have added to the folks who've been there for my family for decades with our own little hodge-podge of people we consider actual family - even though they're simply good friends.
Thank the Lord that he surrounds us with love, and may we be gracious enough to extend it to others.

P.S. - It must be noted that my in-laws love me as if I was their own and have stood beside us in times of difficulty, uncertainty and transition.

Gel shoes and other stuff

Gel shoes
A few weeks back, my wife and a shoe store sales clerk convinced me to buy some of those "gel" shoes. I'm not sure what else to call them, except that they feel like foam insulation to the touch.
A friend didn't seem to think a guy wearing such shoes was a good idea.
I have no intention of wearing them outside of around the house, so I think it's OK. I wore them for a lengthy period for the first time today and I like them. They're comfortable and they're a step up from the ordinary household slipper. They provide support similar shoes don't usually offer.
So this time there aren't any hairline cracks in the fragile male ego - at least not over this subject.

Mike Wallace retires (sort of)
Dude, the man doesn't look 87, or even act it.
They played an interview Harry Smith did with him and he looks maybe 75ish. Wish him well in the semi-retirement.

Gotta go. Jadyn's up and hollering after an hour nap. Bye!

Wheezing like a chain smoker

Those who know me have heard me tell the story of how I once tried smoking.
Back in Alabama, spring break in my day was called "AEA week," even at private schools. (I attended private school growing up then graduated from a public high school.) AEA stands for the Alabama Education Association and spring break usually coincided with AEA's annual convention. I think now most schools and districts just pick a week at random in the latter part of March.
Anyway, I think it was the spring of either '82 or '83. I was at home, Mom and Dad were at work. Dad smoked Pall-Malls and I decided I would try it. (I already messed around with chewing tobacco and snuff to "fit in" with a group of kids at the private school.)
I did not see the attraction, but I'm sure it's probably a habit he picked up in the military and never could shake.
I don't remember how many I tried - probably just one. He didn't miss it (them), or if he did, he didn't say anything.
As you are well aware from my wife's blog, she was sick last week. This week, it was my turn, and whatever I have has me wheezing like I'm a lifetime chain smoker.
So far, the baby's been coughing a little today but hopefully she hasn't picked up any of our crud. I didn't like having to stay out an extra day after taking some comp days from work, but I don't think I could function in the shape I was in this morning.
Hopefully the meds our wonderful nurse practitioner gave me will start to work. (Thanks to our friend Amy for hooking us up with the CNP.)
I think I'm going to re-joining the family nap time already in progress after posting something quick on Jadyn's blog.
Post script: I slept in another room to keep from waking everybody up with the coughing. And, I forgot to mention I got my first dose of medicine from a breathing machine. I forgot what they gave me, but it was kind of strange to see the smoky stuff come out of the end of the tube. I'm using an albuterol inhaler too. First time for everything.

"They’ll never see the likes of us again"

Tom Brokaw immortalized the "Greatest Generation" with his book, and the men and women who stuggled so intently to get us through World War II are most certainly deserving of our thanks.
My late parents came of age in the 1940s, with my father doing so as a soldier in the 84th Infantry Division and my mother, eventually, as an employee of the Veterans Administration in Montgomery, Ala.
Dad suffered wounds in the Battle of the Bulge likely somewhere in Belgium Jan. 3, 1945. He returned home and started working at what was then the L(ouisville) and N(ashville) railroad, now a part of CSX Corporation.
A song by Genesis reminds me of Dad. It's called "Driving the Last Spike" and was released on "We Can't Dance" in 1991. It's the story of the development of the railway in England and the human cost, arguably one of the best songs they've done that didn't receive popular acclaim. Of course, there's the connection with the railroad. The hours were sometimes tough on us and him, and he certainly gave his all at his work but to my knowledge it was nothing compared to the loss of life and suffering the men who built the railroads endured.
The line that most reminds me of Dad, Mom and everyone from the "Greatest Generation" is this: "They’ll never see the likes of us again." And, I believe that's true. I hope that my generation can at least raise children comparable to that of the men and women who kept us safe during and after World War II.

Blog o' da month

I'm home for the first night since Friday and finally have a moment to write my first (but hopefully not last) blog of February.
We have been working out at the local hospital's wellness center (Baby and her Mama more than me) but it certainly has helped my stamina and outlook. Hopefully we'll all get some rest tonight after going hard for several days.
Yes, Jadyn's is going to water classes already. (There's one picture on a picture page accessible from her blog). I hope I don't wake up one day in front the man asking for her hand in marriage and wonder where the time went. Anyway, I'm off to change clothes and possibly go to the gym later. And, of course, see my daughter before she's a teenager or older.
P.S. - I didn't make it to the gym but I probably needed a night off of nothing but taking care of a few things around here and veggin' in front of "Lost" and "Invasion." ("E-Ring" will not be seen tonight so we can offer you something that will compete better with the Grammys.)

Music appreciation

Maybe it's a sign of maturity (I said maybe), but within the last few years, I've been appreciating what some would call older people's music.
This morning, I sang out loud (I don't think anyone heard, thankfully) "Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys."
And, since Low Rawls' death, the line from one of his songs that goes "You'll never find ..." loops over and over in my head.
It wasn't really until just before his death that I started enjoying Johnny Cash. What pulled me in was the Trent Reznor song "Hurt" he re-did.
Often, I've been a fan of the big rock chords. Still am. I also enjoy much of the Christian music scene. But maybe I'm seeing a side of myself I haven't seen before and translate this willingness to branch out into other areas of life and do more risky things than simply listen to older people's music.