we were sitting on their back porch, having just finished a pleasant rainy day lunch of tuna melts and tomato soup. out of nowhere, in his quiet, gentle, slow, fatherly voice, mr. cassel says, "you know nate......the question hasn't crossed my mind until now....but....why be a teacher......instead of a minister?" with those words I jumped out of my chair and sprinted through the yard back to my house just like peter the little fat kid on the cosby show.
ok, not really, but seriously, the topic has been coming up quite a bit lately and it's beginning to scare me.
on a different note, I was pleased to have been shown this last night and man oh man is it ever just what i needed.