Thursday, March 01, 2007




February 24th is our oldest son's birthday. He turned 13 this year. For the past four years, Caleb has wanted to travel to College Station for his birthday. While we are there, we see friends and go to Aggie baseball and basketball games. It was the same with this visit.

This time there was an added event.

A couple of weeks ago now Caleb said that he wanted to be baptized, and he wanted to be baptized while in College Station for his birthday. He asked that there just be some friends around.

Friends gathered after services at the baptistry of the A&M Church of Christ building. There was a song. A few words spoken by Matt Waldron, some others spoken by me, and a prayer by Barry Jackson. Afterwards, all of us gathered at the home of Mike and Ingrid Huddleston for tons of food and visiting going late into the afternoon. Great banana pudding. Great dip. Great chicken spaghetti and much more. Mike and Ingrid have a son, Hunter, who is one of Caleb's peeps.

On a side note, the early morning hours of the 25th, about 2:38 a.m., I rose and went downstairs in the Huddleston home to get a drink. I looked out there kitchen window into their driveway and slowly came to the realization that there was a criminal rummaging through our 1998 Toyota Sienna. He was looking around, pulling the visor down, searching for something of value. I decided to confront the hoodlum and sprang onto the driveway in my boxer shorts and yelled at the miscreant. He turned to face me, froze, and then darted up the street with me doing some more yelling.

I did hastily put on some clothes, followed in my Sienna, and notified the authorities of the gangster. Maybe the sight of a 44-year old male in his boxers in the wee hours of a Sunday morning will set him on the right path.