I’m driving on Route 2 to get to work the other day. As I get in the lane, this big Durango-ish thing pulls ahead of me. The guy rolls down the window and motions back to me. I have no idea what he wants, but I thought he kept wanting to pull into the next lane or something, so I kept waving him on. He finally motions me to open my window. I’m like what the hell is going on? I roll down my window a bit (it’s a hassle to do that in the first place) and he yells to me “You’ve got the best bumper stickers ever!” That was totally out of left field.
BTW, the bumper stickers on my car are as follows (in no particular order):
“We are all family/We all have value” — A UU bumper sticker
“Come the Rapture, can I have your car?”
“GOP—Grand OIL Party”
“Evolution is just a theory—kind of like gravity”
“’You measure democracy by the freedom it gives its dissidents, not the freedom it gives its assimilated conformists.’–Abbie Hoffman”
“The media are only as liberal as the conservative businesses that own them”
“RELIGION is for people afraid of going to hell; SPIRITUALITY is for those who have been there.”
“Question War”– placed in a yellow ribbon in the shape of a question mark.
“I LOVE (HEART) NY” – which is another reason to be surprised anyone in Boston would say I have the best bumper stickers ever.
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This morning at church, we didn’t have a soloist. We have a small congregation so our “choir” can be small, and this can happen. So our senior minister reached back to his summer camp days (and probably his punk rock days, too) and had us all sing “George Washington Bridge.” You know that song sung to a waltz (which waltz I can never remember):
“George Washington Bridge
George Washington Washington Bridge…” etc, etc.
And since our church has basically three sections of pews, each section had a word and we had to stand up as we sung our portion. I of course was in the “Washington” section and had to stand up twice each time that part of the song came around.
The moral of this story: churches should invest in our musicians. (and Jen Hazel is sorely missed!!)
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Last week on Myspace, I got contacted by an old friend from high school. Oddly enough I think I was thining about him the other day–we both went to our senior prom with women who graduated the year before. Anyway, he left me his phone number and told me to call him. The only time I had to call was on Sunday at about 10pm after Sophia fell asleep. Now I haven’t spoken to him in probably 15 years if not more. The conversation started like this:
Pete: Dave?
Me: Pete!
Pete: You’re not watching Battlestar Galactica?
Me: Uh… no.
Pete: Why aren’t you watching Battlestar Galactica?
Me: Uh… I don’t have cable?
…And it went downhill from there. LOL! He later said it was like we started right where we left off. I don’t think we were talking about Battlestar Galactica when we last spoke, but yeah it’ slike we left off in the middle of a conversation and picked it right back up. Good friends are like that.
February 24, 2007 at 10:26 pm
Yah, I had that conversation with Pete myself. We kept saying, “I’ve got to go”, but we went on and on for three hours! It is good to have friends like that. We’re hunting down the rest of them, slowly but surely. Cross those wizened fingers, Class of ‘87!
–WILL