November 7 + The journey begins.
On Thursday evening, late, Emma and I went to see Interstellar, the first night of the new science fiction movie with Anne Hathaway. Any movie with Anne Hathaway can't be all bad. When I bought the tickets, the clerk automatically gave me the "senior" discount, $6.75 instead of $9.00. At first I grimaced, "I'm not 60 yet." Then I thought, "great!" This is a good way to begin the journey, that others see that I am entering the last third of my life. If they can see it, then perhaps I can too. So I am going to Germany to see my old friend Gustav, whom I came to know and love in the first third of my life and then Anne in Norway, whom I also came to know in that first year at Luther Seminary.
Every journey begins with guides. Mine is no exception. John Fry drove me down to Salt Lake City. Tonight I am staying with Jeff and Melissa Beebe in Salt Lake City who live on the East Bench. The lights of the city stretch out to the West. Jeff will take me to the airport in the wee hours. The flight leaves at 5:40 a.m. on a United flight to Minneapolis.
Most of my life has been about returning to where I have been before. This journey is no exception. I go back to Minnesota, where I studied theology and then to Europe, where so many years ago I came to love a language and a people not my own.
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Hi Jeff, you're probably still in the air, maybe over South Dakota or some such as I type this. Thanks for getting the blog going; it will be great to follow your adventure. What a grand thing to have; adventure, that is.
ReplyDeleteLove your blog. It is fun follow your adventure to revisit familiar places and familiar faces :)
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