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March 01, 2004
Butch
I didn't get anything done as planned this weekend, but oh well! I got to hang out with my friends, and Saturday I spent the day with Becky, her best friend Kim, and Kim's parents: Donna and Butch. We went shopping, had dinner, and it was a good time.
It's interesting hanging out with other people's families. I mean, let's face it, everybody has quirks...and so do all of our families. The great thing about being with someone else's family is that parents seem to just not care at all, but you get the benefit of them not being your parents, so there are no ill-affects of their antics, you can simply enjoy them.
Take for instance Butch. He was an active firefighter for 13 years, and a noted history buff who would make The History Channel pale in comparison. He's also pretty outgoing and loves to talk to people. So, as you can imagine...he talks about history to anybody and everybody!
We were in the mall food court, and there were these cheerleaders...the Spartans and the Trojans. Now, had anyone in our generation encountered this mass of peppy high schoolers they would have thought in their head of numerous SNL references and other such things. But not Butch. His first instinct was to ask said cheerleaders if the did in fact know who the Spartans and the Trojans really were.
Then, we saw a man wearing a Vietnam Vet. t-shirt. Butch had just read a book about Vietnam and felt he wanted to tell that guy about it. Then, we went into a clothing store. Butch ran for his life...well, he went to the Waldenbooks next door.(where we later found him engrossed in another conversation) At dinner, he even accosted our waitress, and the one from the next table and talked to them about history, I presume (I was at the other end of the table). And, on the way home he randomly began history conversations when there was a lull. I guess I thought it was interesting (mostly because I was an outsider on the situation and he wasn't my own dad where I might have been mortified).
It says in Luke 6:45 "The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks." It was plain as day what Butch thinks about: history, the people, and the stories of what has happened before captivate him. This makes me think inwardly about my heart, its overflow, and myself. I wonder what someone on the outskirts of my life sees...
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Side note: I lost this entry once tonight (repetitively slap oneself in the forehead). I guess I should type in Word or something like it instead of in Moveable Type. Who knew my session would expire? This Internet, I tell you...I don't know about it.
Posted by Angelina at March 1, 2004 09:04 PM
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ooohh.. yeah, you gotta watch out for the dreaded "iis session expiration." it'll get you every time.
Posted by: mike at March 2, 2004 10:47 AM
Posted by: Tony at March 5, 2004 02:37 PM