Our family went down a Wikipedia rabbit hole last night at the dinner table. For reasons I already don’t remember, we started looking up famous people who had attended our high schools and the high schools Margaret might attend next year after we move. My high school had Bill Nelson, a congressman who also traveled to space during the shuttle program. Phil’s had a member of the 1924 US Olympic soccer team. Geneva doesn’t have a page of famous alumni, but we came up with a couple from our own memory, including the recent Olympic triathlon medalist. In Pennsylvania we found a couple of football players and the author of The Devil Wears Prada.
Hometown hero stories are fun, aren’t they? When our heroes that we’ve known since they were “this small” come home the local newspapers and television stations come out to take pictures and interview them. There’s a sense of pride and excitement. Maybe they get to wave to the crowd from the middle of the football field during half time!
Jesus came back to Nazareth just such a hometown hero.
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Orchestra, visit Africa, be a missionary) and things that are completely out of my control or are impossible to achieve (give birth to twins – out of my control; own a chimpanzee – impossible). One of the items has been staring at me this weekend from the list’s spot among a ridiculous collection of frequent flier membership cards. I know right where it appears on the card, “March for something important in Washington, DC.” 
watched already; it’s an embarrassing number.
deeply and more publicly than dark-skinned people.. “What is truth?” I’ve wondered as protesters have been gathering in front of a Minneapolis
For Some Reason 