FRENCH-FRY FRIDAY: Five random tidbits while I put the ‘Gone Fishing’ sign on this blog
French-Fry Fridays are a chance to lighten the mood and enjoy ourselves a bit after a week of serious, sometimes deep discussions.
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This and that while I pack my T-shirts, swim trunks and sunscreen and prepare to load up Betty for the family vacation:
1. One-third of the way into the baseball season, my beloved Texas Rangers are in first place! May the ghost of Rusty Greer carry us to our first playoff appearance in 10 years.
2. I bought “Mambo No. 5” on iTunes last week and have been jamming ever since with my stuffed primate son Bobby the Monkey. B-Monk really knows how to “take one step left and one step right.” (I wanted to include the YouTube video, but then I discovered that it’s not G-rated.)
3. ET (the internationally renowned Christian journalist, not the extra-terrestrial from the 1982 movie) and I are headed to Amsterdam and Accra, Ghana, on a reporting trip next month. Just figured out that President Obama will be making his first visit as president to Africa — specifically Accra — while we’re there. If Barry wants to get together with us, I’m sure we’ll try to fit him into our busy schedule.
4. I was a band geek back in high school. I played the tuba for four years. Now you know. (Of course, I spilled the beans in my Inside Story column this month in The Christian Chronicle, so maybe you already knew.)
5. My favorite week of the year is the one I spend on the lake in Tennessee with the extended Ross family: Papa, Grandma, Mom, Dad, brother, sister, sister-in-law, sons, daughter, nephews and niece. Swimming, fishing (by folks other than me who like sticking worms on hooks and standing in the hot sun), burgers, barbecue, relaxing, reading by the pool, frying the fish that other people catch. And then we typically head to the Bootheel in southeastern Missouri to see relatives on my mother’s side of the family. Can’t wait to see cousins Kim, Angie, Kristy and baby Ella Marie!
We leave Saturday on this annual adventure, so forgive me for hanging the “Gone Fishing” sign (figuratively speaking, of course) on this blog for just a bit.
— Bobby
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