We arrived in Seattle last Tuesday night about 11:00 (August 2). This was the fulfillment of a promise made on our previous trip to Oregon in which we took one day out of the schedule and headed up to Seattle. I had promised to come back in August for a longer visit. The airport was packed and Chris Pecelunas asked us to meet him just outside the airport. So after a short walk, in which Joan gained Pokémon points, we met up with Chris and we all fit into his small Fiat (his larger one was not clean enough). Our quietly stubborn Chris has grown into a mountain of a man. He manages a warehouse in which he works very closely with his boss who enjoys letting Chris deal with the human problems of the warehouse crew. Chris took our thanks with a reminder of all of the great memories he had of being part of church and doing the cool things that we all did together.
Chris took us over to his mother Jane’s house; where Nikki (Unique) and David and Jane welcomed us. Chris left and that would be all the time we had with him as life’s schedules demanded his time. I met a new friend; Manny. Jane is slowly going blind and has been given a dog that is supposed to be for the blind but has not really been trained. We stop at the intersection, he even looks, but he doesn’t know to start the process of crossing the street. I would be walking Manny each morning and night for the next 4 days while we stayed with Jane. Joan and I would wake up early each morning (the good kind of jet lag) and take Manny for his walk as we finished up at a Safeway Starbucks for coffee.
Wednesday, I would be picked up by Enterprise. A week’s rental at the airport was $600; offsite $300. We do the same thing every time we fly into Phoenix. The only inconvenience in this case would be turning the car in before they closed at 5:00 and then having them take me to the metro station where I would take the train to the airport area.
Our agenda for Wednesday was lunch with Lorraine and then service that night in West Seattle. Traffic has definitely become more of an issue in crossing town these days. 17 years ago we knew the windows to try and make trips across town, those windows have shrunk considerably. It all started with the genius planner who took the 4 lanes of Highway 5 coming into Seattle and reduced them to 3 and just at the center of the city reduced them to 2. He got a bonus from what I understand because it was all designed to get us onto busses.
Lorraine chose to have lunch at the Original Pancake House. Was this connected to the Original Pancake house that Joe took us to in San Diego? Yes, and it was just as delicious for lunch as it was for breakfast. We had the added bonus of Lorraine bringing pictures to share with us all. It was Jane and Unique and Joan and I and Lorraine. I think I mentioned that Lorraine was 80 in my blog entry about the Oregon trip. Actually she is 86 and still looks like she looked 17 years ago as well as the 12 years before that. She seems to never age. She enjoys church, she testifies at the family reunions (much to their dismay) and she gives rides to the people she lives with who are unable to get around for shopping and appointments. What I noticed also was the entire time she didn’t complain about health issues once except for giving us pictures of her operation on her hands; only because she knew my hands were curling up also (something to do with Eastern European heritage). She goes to the Philadelphia church and was familiar with a prophecy writer I am currently enjoying: Bill Salus and “The Now Prophecies”. We got all of her family news with special mention of her son Denny, whom we had many cool moments with. We closed down the restaurant as they let us hang out past 2. I had hoped to rendezvous with Dorothy Hargis who was on a cross country trip with her daughter, granddaughter and grandson. She was scheduled to be in Seattle that very afternoon but they were running behind schedule and I wasn’t able to get Lorraine and Dorothy together. Both of them are faithful letter writers.
Jane makes soaps, so the next stop was across the highway from Ballard to the University district for a visit to Zenith Supplies. Joan and Jane (mostly Jane) would be making soaps during our visit and it looks like we came home with about ten different soaps including one that Jane said was especially for me. I walked in, took in the smells, looked at their books and then waited outside walking up and down the block. I was pleased to see an Olympia Pizza. In our opinion the 3 best pizza places in Seattle were Olympia Pizza in Wallingford and University district, Stacie’s in Ballard and Pegasus in West Seattle. We then flowed with the traffic south to Jane’s and got ready for church that night.
Jane has become a bit of a celebrity in the neighborhood she lives in. She attends church right across the street from her house. That first morning Joan and I were given the history of the building from the caretaker. The church shares the property with a community center. Jane cheerfully asks people if they know Jesus and when they say “yes” she says “I thought so” with an enthusiasm that is tough to not admire. Her community watched her faith tested when Unique was attacked while walking Manny and she lost the dog along with her things. Would Jane get her dog back? Her faith was put on trial and everyone apparently had an opinion. Days turned to weeks and then a local TV station wanted to interview and broadcast a story about the missing “guide” dog. Jane left church one night to be welcomed by a mobile TV crew surrounded by people. She gave her interview with a special plea for the return of her dog.
Again, as she was heading home after church two men were arguing over whether or not she was going to get her dog back. One man saying that God was going to return her dog; the other man denying it. David then shouts out to her as she is talking with the men “They found Manny!” The one man who was denying was now telling the other man that God found Manny for Jane. On one of my walks with Manny a man would stop me on the street and ask me if I was looking for Jane the owner of the dog I had. Just kind of cool.
These walks through the neighborhood of South Seattle are refreshing. Seattle parks are set up in such a way that you can actually go from park to park staying in the green. I am saying this only from memory. I might try and link to something when I transfer this to WordPress. We were able to walk Manny to one park, and then through green to another, then to Safeway for coffee and then back by Rainier Beach High School and then through the neighborhood back to Jane’s. Joan would be moving from level to level while we enjoyed the floral beauty of Seattle in the summer, the Blue Angels practicing and all of the apples, plums and blackberries we could eat along the way.
It worked out that Jane, who is part of her church’s choir, would be able to join us in West Seattle for church with Tom Drout. Instead of choir practice they would be preparing for a rap concert with rappers coming up from California. We went over and met her pastor and his wife. Harold and Annisfay Franklin are the pastoring couple of the church. They came across as a great couple who cared about Jane and her walk with Christ. As a note to Warren Bailey, Harold is a graduate of University of Washington and a player on the football team.
A week and a half later I will try and pick up the threads of our Seattle trip as even now the pleasantness of the stay there begins to fade with the daily hustle bustle of life, which now includes substituting. We made our way over to the West Seattle church pastored by Tom and Cindy Drout. It is the memory of the faces, now a bit older, that brings a smile to my face. I mistakenly called Gene’s nephew Gene, and yes he could have been a younger version of Gene. Jane would have a great time talking with Elisabeth, our Ballard church member, as well as talking with the other ladies of church who all remembered her from those past years. Wonderful song service and nice presence of God. Preached an easy sermon, that worked as an expression of my joy in being there. Pastor Drout would let me know that Jason Coleman was also part of church, a Ballard guy who lived in our basement for a bit, who was now a truck owner and out of town at this moment.
Let me insert a story here about our Ballard days. We let Toby Bleeker stay at our house in the basement for a bit. Well one thing led to another and we had Toby, Malachi, Jason, Dave and a guy who ate his gold fish staying in the basement also. I came home from work one day and the girls were all excited and Laura Michelle let me know that they were going swimming at a hotel. I began to realize that Joan needed a break from our boarders. She had made hotel reservations for the weekend, and yes I could come along, but the time to clear out the basement had come. Toby had already moved on being the working man he was. Joan always appreciated Jason’s willingness to get some things done around the house while they lounged around.
Pastor Drout would have us over in the morning for a trip up into the mountains for a bike ride so Jane, Joan and I headed back to South Seattle and found a Mexican restaurant to eat at just before closing time at 10:00. This little section along Rainer had become a night life hot spot. Lots of action. Once again just enjoying the company in the city of Seattle.
The next day Joan and I would join the Drout’s for a trip to Rattlesnake Lake and a bike ride up the old railway line making its way through the Cascades. It would be seven miles up and seven miles back, a very easy ride for the Drout’s and manageable for Joan and I. Tom would have the extra weight of a trailer carrying their dog. Some biking kids in front of us would even come across a bear. As the song goes: “the greenest green” and the “bluest blue” are in Seattle. Beauty plus refreshing Huckleberries, ripe and plentiful. Huckleberries are tough to grow commercially because it can take up to 15 years for the bush to become fruitful. Kind of like church sometimes. We had a Vietnamese lunch with the Drout’s before heading back to Jane’s.
That evening we would head down to Tacoma and meet with Jane’s daughter Sabrina and her family. She warned us that the freeway was a parking lot so we didn’t leave until 7 but still found ourselves sitting in traffic just before entering Tacoma. Sabrina is now a sought after hair stylist giving $100 haircuts to Seattle’s tech elites. Her husband is an executive with Costco, yet they still had to go to Tacoma to find a good house to buy. Commutes became a common ground for talk as the husband (sorry cannot recall his name) (but he described the funeral of his LA grandfather who was a preacher and how surprised he was at all the lives he had impact on) talked of his 2-hour commute to work at the Costco headquarters in Issaquah. They have a beautiful house for a beautiful couple and their beautiful children. Jane had shared with us that the middle daughter had adopted Jane’s Christianity and thus the voice of truth has a place in their lives. Thanks!
That Friday I was going to run around with David while Jane and Joan concentrated on soaps and blackberry jams. David wasn’t up yet after I walked Manny so I took off to check out my old place of employment: Biblesoft. They had moved to a smaller set of offices, I imagine doing business in the age of free apps is more difficult than my days there when they were called programs not apps and you actually paid for them. I always like to point out one of the differences that make America stand out from the rest of the world when I talk about Biblesoft. We were the only nation that had a retail industry for software in the early days. The point being that as it was easy to get any software on the cheap without paying the retail price it was amazing that Americans as a group would do what is right even though they didn’t have to. I think times have changed since then, in many different ways.
At Biblesoft I met with Kathy and David Hielman’s wife, the only people still there from my days at Biblesoft. A single programmer was playing games during a break and it seemed very quiet. As far as I can tell companies like Biblesoft and Logos mainly are marketing to their customer bases new biblical works to work with their respective engines. It would be fun to sit in on the thinking that would go with trying to be more relevant again. They let me know that Jim and Leanna, the Biblesoft founders still come in once in a while and encouraged me to drop by and visit them. So I did.
This would be my third visit with Jim Gilbertson since leaving Biblesoft and coming back from Zambia. He has sold the business now and looks happy and content in his home overlooking the Sound. It has always been a pleasure to visit with him. He could be difficult to work with as I am sure the many managers could confirm. I had a joke that you needed to speak Jimbonics in order to truly communicate with him. That is all behind us now, but life was always adventurous during my ten years at Biblesoft. We talked of life, church, one minute bible studies and our first sales on credit. We started doing business at Biblesoft on a cash COD basis. As members of CBA (Christian Booksellers Association) we needed to switch to credit terms after the stores began to reorder the product. Jim was starting out with his retirement funds on the line and wasn’t sure about floating product out there on credit terms; yet that is how we had to do business if we were to continue on. Our sales manager could not bring himself to explain all of this to Jim so we just continued doing credit business on the sly. One day Jim burst into the sales office demanding to know who was doing credit business. When he realized that we all were and heard our explanations of how important it was, he seemed satisfied and that was the last we heard of it.
Biblesoft came together with a special group of people at a time when those parts of the whole could never exist again as the technology and way of doing business has moved on. It was quite the privilege to be a part of that exciting time. I was landscaping and pastoring at the time; but had been encouraged to seek higher pay at a conference. I went home and saw an ad for Biblesoft. Pastor Robinson was preaching for me and we talked about it. I had already had one interview with them. We decided it would be foolish to give up my good job for a job that would only pay commission. Plus, you would have to deal with the stigma of sales.
That night Warren Bailey would visit our church service. He sat through the service, even spoke in tongues with us as we praised God. Afterwards, he spent a lot of time talking with Pastor Robinson more than me. At dinner that night Pastor Robinson was impressed enough with Warren to recommend giving it a try if I wanted to. When I got called for a second interview I was hired.
A few last notes about my time with Jim Gilbertson at Biblesoft. I was always given time off for church events and lots of latitude with my schedule and my managers. Managers would come and go and several times I stood in during the in between times. Our most successful marketing strategy was to place displays in Christian book stores with a touch screen to show off what PC Study Bible could do. This had us making a film, creating PowerPoint presentations and looking for higher levels of creativity. I loved every minute of it. When it all came together the different parts of the display shipped directly to the stores from the different sources. The stores then put it together. Something was wrong. I had mis-measured by about ¾ of an inch the space needed for the visuals (didn’t take thought of the wiring). I had to tell Jim. The stores were making it work, but the workarounds were second choice. I was ready for Jim to explode; but instead he calmly thanked me for letting him know and then took charge as the executive he was and began to seek a solution. We would end up shipping two strips of wood, colored to match the display, of an inch in depth with two screw holes and two screws to give the display the space it needed. This was the suggestion of one of the store owners. Everyone was happy.
There also was the time I thought I was being unjustly accused of some things and decided that I wasn’t going to submit myself to what seemed like a kangaroo court of my managers. I left the meeting being chased down to my car by Jim who demanded that I return to the meeting. Thank God, I listened. I am not sure what life would have been like if I went home to Joan and told her I quit this great paying job because my ego was being jostled. It all worked out; but then there was the time I sang a basketball Jones song at our Christmas party. My tongue in cheek references had been misunderstood and the next Monday I was told by my manager that he wasn’t sure I still had a job. We had started playing basketball at lunch and I was talking of playing basketball as though I was backsliding and then had the other backsliders (basketball players) join me as Cheech and Chong sung their song. Well one guy had explained to Jim that it was about Jonesing for drugs and another thought that I was blaming Jim for my backsliding and I had to explain to Jim, who was insisting that he was not responsible for my backsliding, that it was all a parody, although not well thought out.
I could go on and on and someday will. For now, let me leave you with a “Jim” quote that has always stayed with me. The final decision to hire me would ultimately be made by Jim. Pastoring and working is always second choice. Even now I am subbing in Carbondale high school in between covering for teacher’s meetings with the kids streaming by going to their classes. Working as a landscaper gave me lots of opportunities to think about sermons and life while I worked. An office job is different in that my mind had to engage with the tasks at hand. One was good for sermonizing in my mind as I did hard work that got me tired; and the other was good because I wasn’t exhausted at the end of the day. Jim was understanding this as he was making his decision. He made this statement to me at that time: “A man can only do one thing to the best of his ability.”
I am part of a fellowship with hundreds of pastors who want nothing more out of life than to pastor a church that could pay them a salary so that they did not have to work so as to be able to totally give themselves to the call of God. Yet, most of us work and work we do as we wait. What are we waiting for? Once again another time. It was leaving Biblesoft and going to Zambia that gave me my first opportunity to be a pastor who did not have to work a job and it was wonderful. No splitting my time and energy. Just one task to focus on. The way Jim said it should be.
I returned to Jane’s and picked up David and Unique and we headed off to Ballard. It was a chance to hang with them for the rest of the day. My agenda was to have lunch at “Gorditos” on 85th St. close to our old home and cruise around for a while and get some ice cream somewhere. “Gorditos” is one of those success stories we got to watch happen. I would take pastors and outreach teams to eat there. It was started by the parents of a student who went to school with our girls at Greenwood Elementary. The first location was a small space on 85th with a few tables. The challenge in those early days was to order the burrito hot; and was it hot. The husband didn’t speak much English but always greeted us and the wife was very personable. They built a loyal customer base and moved to a bigger location and the place seemed to explode with jubilant customers singing the praises of their dishes. She (can’t remember her name, I think his was Thomas) would be driving around town now in a great big hummer. It was a pleasure to see her driving down the street.
I found it; but something wasn’t right. My first thought was another spoiled fairy tale of life. It looked like work was going on; maybe new owners, I went inside to investigate. I found a workman and began to talk to him about the restaurant. He let me know there had been an explosion next door that had impacted the safety of the building the restaurant was in. Opening day would be the day after we were leaving; so I would miss something I had been waiting for these many years. I shared my memories of the restaurant with the young man and mentioned that my girls went to school with the owner’s son. He asked me what their names were; and after I answered said he was the young man. Shannon Hall had taken over the restaurant some years previous. His parents have retired to Hawaii. He mentioned that they got bored and now have opened a restaurant there, also. I texted the girls about my meeting up with Shannon. Good memories all around.
We settled for some excellent Mexican at the crossroads of 3rd Ave and 85th st. I would buy lunch and Unique would buy her own Mexican beer. We would talk about the changes in life that took us down our different paths. David Pecelunas was this electronic, computer kid who had some things going for him. He brought up his early days of winning spelling bees and getting awards in school. What happened? He laid out a much more gangster life than I was aware of. I knew the language changed from our shared language to gangster slang. Church stopped. School became a problem. Drugs. I knew and watched and prayed but life took him down that path. We started talking about what happened to start him down that path. He talked of his friend who would end up in prison for murder. Unique would add details as we went along. This was all good.
We visited the old house, always a pleasant experience. David wanted to visit West Seattle and I reminded them that ice cream was still on the agenda. Unique asked me what my favorite flavor of ice cream is. I like all ice cream; but she wanted a specific one. Thinking, I selected the ice cream flavor I have only had a few times: licorice. She was delighted because she knew of an ice cream place in West Seattle that had licorice ice cream. So off we went on a slow cruise from Greenwood/Ballard to West Seattle. Once again, Seattle is beautiful. So we stroll the Alki beach with our ice creams in hand (yes, they had licorice) watching the people. We wondered what was going on with one group. Unique had some good insights. We would stop by some of the houses they had lived in and then try and beat traffic dismissing after the Blue Angel practice run. Great to have some time with them both.
Easy Friday night at home. I would share my science presentation with David. I know he is into beats and I was hoping he would want to put some beats to the slide show. He settled to give me a CD with a bunch of his beats. Joan and Jane were still working on jams and soaps. They squeezed in a chicken dinner, I walked the dog and got to bed early for our new day in Everett the next day.
Why Everett? That is where Doug and Karen Begg go to church. Our faithful couple, along with Barbara would end up in the Everett church with Pastor Tony Uriarte and his wife April. Barbara has passed away with Tony doing her funeral. Doug is always quick to remind me that their song leader, Oswald is fruit from our old church. Yes, Doug sees something cool when it came together. I am in Zambia, the church is coming to an end, and with its last gasp it welcomes Oswald, the Zambian from Lusaka, into the church. He is now married and I want to assume that God has a calling to ministry on his life; et least, I know Doug thinks that.
Pastor Uriarte would allow me to have the perfect ministering visit with his church. We did a one-minute bible study outreach on Saturday. I did my science slide show for Sunday school and then preached his Sunday morning service. We showed up Saturday morning a little early and of course Doug was there. I have tried several different presentation ideas to introduce a church to doing a one minute bible study outreach. The one that flows the best is a simple recap of the different outreaches I have been involved in. When I talk about the Ballard parade and the Roman soldier beating the made up Christ making front page Seattle Times; it was a little more real as I showed everyone the picture of Doug, the Roman soldier, beating Toby, the suffering Christ from the Seattle Times. It was even better to describe the new converts calling into the talk radio station 28 years ago when the topic was our parade float knowing that Doug was one of those new converts calling in for Seattle to hear.
We had a great outreach with about 20 of us. I went with Pastor Tony to a local park that was teeming with people. I noticed plenty of Pokémon players. We all did several studies with good conversations and witnesses. Two people would pray a prayer of salvation as on the outreach. We wrapped it up with testimonies and then we headed to Mexican for some lunch. Karen with one of the grandkids would join us. We would spend the night with Karen and Doug.
At their house we touched base with Ronnie, Doug’s brother and heard the latest about Al and the gang. We also met a sister from the Isle of Man that we had never met before. She asked if we would pray for her to marry an American, who was saved. We went over to Stephie’s (Doug and Karen’s daughter) for dinner. She made a nice steak and potato dinner. Her kids, with the oldest being the spitting image as her when she was that age, were a lot of fun. We went on a walk after dinner with their dog and Steph and the kids. Why? Pokémon, of course. Joan has been moving from level to level and the kids were fascinated with the process. We ended up coming into the same park we outreached in via a back entrance. Doug and Karen would give us a walking tour of downtown Snohomish that evening. In the morning Doug prepared his famous camping breakfast for us before church. It was then off to church and not nearly enough time.
We had a good time in church, it always fun to work with the technicians about setting up for the slide show. Everything went smoothly and we had church in a packed house. Pastor Tony’s pastor is Pastor Bob Overson who was my pastor for two years before he went on a supernatural journey as an evangelist. One of his stops would be Sparta where he carried on the “Sparta Fire” for 6 weeks. I would hope he can be proud of me as one of his disciples and he certainly can be proud of Pastor Tony. We would share our “goodbyes” with the Beggs as they were off to Ron Begg’s son’s wedding and we went and had Indian food with the Uriarte family.
I have always enjoyed pastor’s families. Obviously, I see so much of Joan and I and our children in them; but they always impress me beyond the politeness and correctness that they exhibit. They are loved and you can tell it. There is a TED talk where Johanne Han talks about addictions and concludes that all they need is some connections to someone who will love and care about them. That is what I felt as we sat with them at lunch. They are loved! Joan would do more talking with the girls and I would do more with Tony and his son; but we came away blessed.
It was then up to Chilliwack, Canada to preach the evening service for Pastor Dave Marks and his family. Originally I was going to preach twice in Everett and just visit Dave and Sherri on Monday but they insisted I preach and I am more than willing. I left Wickenburg some 28 years ago to come to Seattle. My first Sunday in the Northwest would have me preaching for Pastor Larry Beauregard in Vancouver and Pastor Marks in Chilliwack. We have been friends ever since then.
The drive to Chilliwack is full of memories. We once made the trip in a snow bound hurry just to share with the Mark’s our Russian adventure. Our Russian adventure came at a spiritual price that was paid by the Mark’s and we know it and we always want to be thankful for their willingness to pay that price. There are several ways you can make it there and several places to cross the border. It is all different now, with the need of passports and such so we took the easiest route for me to remember, missing our ice cream stop. We made our way to the newly painted church and were early enough to taste some apples and plums hanging over onto the church property. I would pray with Dave while Sherri “mischievously” would take Joan to Starbucks.
Pastor Marks took a fall while running that did neurological damage. He has managed to preach every service since the fall but he has had to reteach his body to do almost everything. At conference in July he was running again, although carefully. Sherri had some heart issues this spring so there is some delicateness to the get together. That’s why it was so nice to see that Sherri still had that “mischievous” shine in her eyes. You might ask what I am talking about. Sherri taught Joan how to geo cache. Now Joan is kind of geo caching with Pokémon. We have shared this knowledge with everyone on the trip; but I told Joan under no circumstances was she to say anything about it here. Probably within minutes Sherri had enticed this information out of Joan and it would become a topic of conversation over the next couple of days, much to my discomfort, and much to her delight, although you could never tell it except for the eyes.
We had a good church service that night with two bonuses. One was Nate with his kids. I was in the front of the church and entered into a conversation with a group of young men there. I preached here as an evangelist 10 years ago and it was probably 7 years before that when I had visited. The church is full of second and third generation kids. Dan, Dave’s brother, would talk with us, thanking us for putting him up in Seattle one time, when I asked about grandchildren. Seventeen. Yes, the Chilliwack church believes in generational Christianity. Well, the next thing I know this bear of a man has wrapped me up in his arms. It was skinny Nate and he wasn’t skinny anymore and I had not recognized him at all. I was a bit embarrassed and I think Nate has forgiven me. Nate is my buddy. He saved me from the Canadian Mounties when they were looking for American salmon fishermen without licenses. He has reached the heights of business and he has plunged to the depths. I am sure God will help him find that perfect balance for he and his family.
The other bonus was the baby Garrett. No he is not a baby anymore. But, he still has that youthful skinniness that we seem to lose as we get older, no offense Nate. Garrett would lead the song service and he is married to a young Australian girl. She is pregnant, so there was joy in the camp. After the service Pastor Marks would have me share the one minute bible study with anyone who was interested. It was nice to have a platform filled with people as we had no problem getting it on everyone’s phones.
It was all easy living. We stayed with the Marks and ate all of their leftovers. We had special estate blends of Starbucks coffee each morning at the house before prayer. We would spend time up at Harrison Springs just walking around. We were able to visit further with Nate and his family, Garrett and wife as well as Shanda Lynn and her new husband (can’t remember the name) who is a psychiatrist. I had just referred to “Reality Therapy” again in a sermon so it was on my mind; but the time or place wasn’t there to hear his opinions. All in all it was just a nice time.
We talked about health. Pastor Marks has improved his posture since I saw him in July. A week after our departure he would be heading to Russia. Health is now a concern of theirs and ours as we all advance in age. We are cut from the same piece of cloth, howbeit, from opposite ends. I want a revival where people begin to live righteously out of a born again experience that springs out of their souls. Dave sees revival as more of a return to standards of righteous living. His point is that historically revival always comes with a return to holiness. My last couple of sermons here took some thoughts about Methodism and Wesley. Pastor Marks is right when it comes to the Methodist revival in England which would correspond with the Great Awakening in America. The Methodists would have meetings where strict rules of conduct were reinforced with verbal acknowledgements of failures. Dave might be right.
The next morning before going to prayer he let me know that we should take some time to work on a sermon. He said he had a title and everything. I asked what the title was: “In a Perfect World”. You are mocking me aren’t you. All is good and we did put some notes to his sermon in as much as I shared with him my take on Balaam’s strategy or counsel and how it applies to the church today. Sharri took Joan to an English shop to spend the left over Canadian money I had from 10 years ago and Dave and I met them at the bookstore before leaving town. The Marks of Chilliwack; somebody ought to write a book, I’d buy it.
Joan and I headed back to Seattle. We missed our Mission crossing but caught the next one much to my delight. It took us right by our old ice cream stop. You can’t miss with root beer ice cream. Joan only had one more stop she wanted to try and squeeze in. She had read about: Starbucks Reserve Roastery & tasting room. So we made our way to it just outside of downtown. Impressive place. We had to use the new transgender bathrooms. Well it just a common washing area with very, very private stalls for anyone to use. I guess that’s my new American future. We sat down with 6 small cups of our choice of 3 of their reserve blends. We bought some Fran’s Chocolates to enhance the flavors of the coffees. Fran’s was a small shop that I used to buy from for special gifts for Joan. Now it is allied with Starbucks. So we enjoyed the buzz in the room, very international, we sat at a small bar looking out through huge windows onto the street scene passing by.
I dropped Joan off at a hotel by the airport for the night, turned in the car, took the train to the airport and then got picked up by the Drout’s for a last Seattle meal at Pegasus Pizza along Alki Beach in West Seattle and made our way home the next day.