Monday afternoon, I was amazed when I stopped by God’s Closet at the John Rice Center on Dickenson Street. The amount of people who came by was astounding, not to mention the incredible number of shirts, pants, shorts, dresses, shoes, toys, & purses. God is doing a great and glorious work there.
Some years after my last tennis fiasco, I got the racket out of mothballs and played against my good friend, Kenneth. The wrap over the handle is dry-rotted (I was informed one should change it every year), so my right hand was black after the match. It was a beautiful, not-too-hot day to get out and enjoy the sun, competition, exercise, and great company. I won on the first day, but got creamed the next day.
After some of my baked chicken, Kenneth and I then watched some of the UFC 100 Greatest Fights specials to get geared up for the weekend.
Was aware of 12:34:56 7/8/09 while it happened. Do you think the world will still exist on 3:14:15 9/2/65?
Met with some alumni and current students at the building where I went to school, which is to be decommissioned soon. We talked for quite a while about the many memories we have there. The next day, I stopped by to snap a few photos for posterity.

Love. You can know all the math in the ‘Verse, but take a boat in the air you don’t love, she’ll shake you off just as sure as the turning of worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells ya she’s hurtin’ ‘fore she keens. Makes her home. Captain Malcolm Reynolds – Serenity
On Saturday night, my wife and I had some dear friends over to watch UFC 100. We had a blast. Henderson-Bisping was incredible, GSP was dominant over Alves, and Lesnar was, well, let’s say entertaining in victory over Mir. Oh, and Jon Fitch has the most awesome intro music ever.