we recently moved from a very small private neighborhood in south georgia to a city suburb in north carolina. i love the bigger city feel and being more northern. we can even get a cheese steak around here.
but today, i came out of the house to find the pumpkins we bought for the kids last weekend smashed in the street in a big clump. and it was like...ok...welcome to the neighborhood. and to top it all off....it's really cold in north carolina as compared to florida and georgia. and i hate the cold. on the touchy and feely side, we went to church today. about 14 young teenagers sang a song in front of the church accompanied by a beautiful acoustic piano. it went something like: we are the voice of god..for the sick and the down trodden, for those suffering with aids, for those with addictions, for the weary and weak...we are the voice of god. anyway, i found it very touching ....even given my hard hearted thoughts toward the events of 9/11. i guess the acoustic piano and the line about the voice of god reminded me of fred who plays the piano but goes to church in the woods. i think he would have liked that song today. pat
