I talked to Pastor Ken on the phone today. Called up his church and he answered. We chatted for about half-an-hour and agreed to hang on to each other’s phone numbers. Of course, we disagreed on some things, but agreed that friendship is possible and desirous. He seemed like a good guy, and I got to hear part of his story, which was quite interesting.
I’m hobbling around like a drunkard with my knee in bandages. The surgery was a success.
Today is the day that the Edina Police Chaplains have a chili feed for the cops. The Rabbi’s is usually the hottest chili, but mine beat his this year.
Life is good.