Some have asserted that Amy Grant is the Queen of Christian pop music.  Having seen her in concert in 1989, YHC can personally attest to this assertion.  This morning 4 hard-chargers eagerly launched into the gloom, while one less-than-hard-charger dawdled in his full-size pickup truck.  YHC was determined to punish him for his dawdling by moving out rapidly so that said-dawdler would be forced to pay the toll for his dawdling by hustling extra hard to catch up to the throng.  

Alas, YHC was filled with remorse upon learning that the dawdler was dawdling in his truck because he was enthralled with the enchanting siren songs of the Queen of Christian pop herself.  With a heart full of contrition, YHC soldiered on (is “sailored on” a thing?) in a “sharing is caring” version of the streetlight boogie which saw the pax cover 1.25 miles whilst performing a myriad of exercises that ranged from painful to pleasant. 

Prayers went up for the restful repose of the soul Macbeth’s high school buddy Steve, who left this earth too soon; for gratitude of continued healing of JB’s knee, Macbeth’s arm, Blackbeard’s back, and any other pax injured and/or recovering; for Beave and his family as they bear with the loss of his dad.  We were grateful for all three F’s in 2024, and continue growth/sharing of all 3 F’s for 2025. 

Then we went to coffee where the discussion ambled to and fro even more erratically than a 1.25 mile streetlight boogie. 

All in all it was a morning upon which our hats may be hung with a good deal of pride and satisfaction. 

gg sends.