Out with Lavender, Horses and Teddy Bears

Becca finally convinced her mother to remove the Teddy Bear wall paper from her room this summer. Jackie wouldn't let me paint the room until she was satisfied with the color in the master bathroom, so Becca has been living with her furniture in the middle of a small room for a while.

After returning from Indiana, Becca picked out three colors for her walls and we went to work from there. Over the last two days of 2009, we covered three walls with two colors and it looks like we will finish the last wall with the last color tomorrow so I decided to take a few pictures of the room that has reminded me that our youngest daughter is growing up.

After we finish the new room, I will name the three new colors. For now, it is safe to assume that they are not close to the baby soft lavender color on the walls in these photographs.

It is also safe to say that this sketch from Disney World in a clean white frame will not make it into the teen age room. The subject of the sketch will never be lost in her parents' memory. The tiny little girl with glasses just screams "I'm happy".

The golden retriever in the corner of the picture was added later when she cut it out of a birthday card from Robin. These lighted horses were up year round in her room ever since she got them. They will now become a seasonal display at Christmas time.

Passing the Ping Pong Torch... not just yet.

Over the years, I have handed many torches to Adam. In 2008 is was the 40 yard dash. In 2009 it was Ultimate Frisbee. With Cousin Ben's assistance, I have nearly relinquished the Ping Pong torch over the Christmas holiday.

At Thanksgiving, I played over 100 games as Adam and Becca both challenged their father. Of all the matches, I only lost one to Adam. Until Thanksgiving, he pull off a game here and there, but never won a match.

Ben and Adam spent time together over Christmas working on spins and change-ups. By the end of Christmas, Adam was able to beat Ben in a game and beat me in more than one match. I won more matches against Adam than he did against me, but the writing is on the wall.

So Ping Pong and Pool are now in transition.

We challenge each other in chess, but that is one that I am hoping to hang on to for a while.

Christmas at home

The kids are all growing up. It seems like just a few years ago when they were all begging for Jackie and I to get up so they could open presents.

This year, I got up late and had some Wheaties and made some coffee before anybody made any noise.

I think Buster was the most excited of any of us about the presents. He got a chew bone and a new pillow and was really just thrilled to be in the house while we opened presents.

Becca got "Pictionary Man", so we all sat down to figure it out and played a game to 10.

After the game, we had our fourth family meeting where we discussed how conflict was a sign of communication and decided that we still need more communication. Jackie suggested that we go around the room and name something from 2009 that didn't go so well and set one goal in 2010 that would help make sure that same something didn't happen again in 2010.

Everyone shared interesting goals, but it will take some teamwork and accountability for some of them to be able to happen. More demand for communication and chatter.

Onward Christian Soldiers

As I have reflected on what has happened in the last two weeks, I have been encouraged by how the Christians in Indiana and Illinois formed a single line to minister to the Mattern and McMillan extended families in a time of need.

When I left Northern Indiana in the 80's, the Lengachers and the Andrews were inspiring the community to greatness on the gridiron. As I watched the single line and the people that worked behind the scenes to allow the viewing to occur, I was very thankful to witness those same families move from the gridiron to the kingdom. I am sure the community has appreciated that change for years without my knowledge.

In that line, I also saw Steve Hunsberger, who understands loss in the last few years perhaps as much as he understands how creativity, music and hard work can inspire a church and a community.

I watched Russ McMillan tell people in that line about his daughter's childhood. As the people listened to him, they also shared of how Heather had helped them medically, physically and spiritually. I don't know if I have seen anyone willingly take on anything more difficult than what Russ did that day. His brother-in-law told me that Tish's dad was a tough and powerful man. Russ picked up some of that and added some salt.

Jon Andrews challenged me at the funeral to keep writing. He later provoked me by quoting statistics about the inefficiency of the average Christian to reach a lost world. During this past week, he himself had thoughts of his mother in the hospital approaching the end of her life of service as a mother, wife, friend and pastor.

Jon, I offer you this hope. While the church of America may not be reaching our own nation in dire need of Christ, it does have a purpose. A purpose that you and your mother have carried well.

After seeing the mark that Heather and your mother both left on a community, I am even more convinced that the purpose of the American Christian is to pray, encourage and equip the saints and to send out and support soldiers to the furthermost parts of the earth. There are pockets of people in American cities and public schools, and public universities that are open to hearing what Jesus taught about the Kingdom today, but the evangelistic opportunities are in the battlefields where Christians are persecuted, discounted or misunderstood on a daily basis. It is there that people are most open to hearing about the peace and love that God has to offer.

War is tough and the losses are many and sudden. Those very losses transform civilians into soldiers in a battle that is not about sod, grain, grass, goallines, flesh or blood.

I am especially grateful to the families that have lost loved ones in this good fight, and I applaud our Lord and Savior as they press onward in prayer and service, adding to their number the Matterns, McMillans and the Andrews.

Simple Things of Value

When you step into Heather's house, you see an appreciation for simple things of value. She placed her value in a relationship with her heavenly father, her family on earth and her church family. She liked to try new things in the kitchen, set colorful china for dinner, and have a coffee bar set up for guests.

She was ambitious to help others through the healing process at a very young age. Part of this came from her expertise in the medical profession, part of this was just her God given helpful nature. I've only known about Heather's accident for a day, so my mind still has not accepted that she won't be there to help Charlie understand what happened.

She was a beautiful bride, a wonderful mother, and a supportive wife.

At Thanksgiving, I shared with Heather that Charlie and Brennan are posted all over our refrigerator door. Each picture was given to Jackie in love and stuck to the door with a magnet with a message that reminds us of the simple things of value that we appreciate.

Many people have met an experience like this with lots of questions demanding answers. I know Heather's family will look for promises of hope as they experience the simple things of value that Heather so enjoyed.

Adam celebrates his 16th Birthday

Adam celebrated his birthday with cake and ice cream followed by the customary opening of presents... hey... that's not Adam.

Who opened Adam's presents while Matt expressed his disgust?

Senior Night for Carmen

It is really hard to believe that it was just a little over six years ago that Carmen started her first volleyball season for Southern Middle School as a sixth grader.

Over those years, she has played on eleven different teams and I have many memories as a spectator of each team. As I look at the group of people in the picture, I can't help but think of all the things these girls and their families experienced together. Here are some of my favorite volleyball memories:

• Watching Robyn's ability to serve and hit as a tiny little sixth grader.
• Observing a large diversity of skills and intensity in the tiny BAVA 13-1 team. I can still picture little Brianna, Carmen, Jessica and Robyn doing wall sits and jumping on bleachers at the YMCA practices.
  
• Watching Carmen, Allie, and Jessica play together on the BAVA 14-2 team
• Watching Carmen, Allie and Rachel do very well for Southern Middle in the city tournament as 8th graders. Lindi and Jackie were both active in organizing summer workouts before the season. Cassie played a large role as cheerleader from the bench to loosen up the serious 8th graders.
  
• Watching Robyn, Abi, Hannah [not pictured but not forgotten] and Laura advance as district champions.
• Watching Carmen, Rachel and Casey have the best record of any of the eleven different teams that Carmen played on. Janet and Jackie were involved in getting that team to the gym and warmed up before the games. ( Freshman TCHS 13 Wins -3 Losses )
  
• Watching Laura, Robyn, Abi, Allie and Rachel play together as a team at the beginning of a season to finish second in the Apollo Summer Slam.
  
• Spending time with the Sisks and Jones while Casey, Rachel and Carmen suffered through a long season for TEVA 16-3.
• Watching Carmen sit down on the Dunbar bleachers, take off her shoes, active ankles and knee pads then pack them into her bag as she had done a thousand times before.

Orchard is down to two trees

When Keith and I were eating lots of fruits and vegetables and growing very fast, I think that Dad had sixteen dwarf fruit trees including pears, cherries, and all sorts of apples.

This year, as Dad approaches his 84th birthday, he only has two trees in his orchard. While I was back in Indiana for my high school class reunion, Goshen's First Friday, and Mom and Dad's 51st wedding anniversary, I got the rare chance to take a photograph of the tree before Dad picked from the top of a 13 foot step ladder.

This one was loaded down with more apples than I've ever seen on such a small tree.

I talked with Dad a few weeks after the picture and he told me that he was able to pick 13 bushel from this tree.

I was able to take three monster onions, a bunch of green tomatoes for Jackie to fry, a box of fresh snappy potatoes, and a second box of ripe red tomatoes.

We ate well in Kentucky the following week, but we missed the chance for fresh apples.

Becca's 8th Grade Volleyball Night

I was just picking Becca and Anna up from volleyball practice at LTMS the other night when I came to the realization that I wouldn't be doing that much anymore.

This is Becca's last year of Middle School which means that it is the last year that I will be picking anyone up or going to games at any of the Middle Schools around town that I have been going to for the last seven years.

I was feeling old and forgetful or distracted with my workaholic nature until Becca shared that "8th Grade Night" for volleyball is what triggered the same realization for her.

The volleyball game went very long with both the A team and B team needing three games to beat a very tough Bryan Station Traditional Magnet School team. It was a good night to see the team play together well and leave the gym with a victory.

Mr. and Mrs. Kevin Yoder

It was a weekend full of driving for all of us to be able to see Kevin Yoder marry Bethany Etsinger but it was well worth it. It was good to see all the nine Etsinger grandchildren together in one place celebrating life.

Their pastor tearfully charged them to remember the characteristics of a loving relationship listed in Colossians 3:12 by describing "radical" ways to recognize and develop each characteristic.

Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another.

Later, at the reception, as I listened to some of the older grandchildren coach Ben, Adam and Carmen about college choices by sharing some hilarious stories, I couldn't help but think back to a time when none of the grandchildren were married.


As of August 15th, 2009, most of these grandchildren are now married. With great grandchildren, this 2001 photograph has expanded from nine to sixteen people.

Run. Run for your Life

I'm wondering if God is wanting me to start exercising after three separate messages to run in twenty four hours:

• A friend sent me a link to the Brave Hearted Gospel yesterday and suggested that the "Run" video was the most convicting to him. Watch it!
• Kent selected a set of worship songs this morning that featured "Run into the Marvelous Light"
• Mike spoke about religion being born the minute that Adam and Eve ran from God to hide.

President Obama Visits Wakarusa

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Carmen is choosing a university

We just spent the last two days visiting universities for Carmen to attend next year.

She has already done quite a bit of research and narrowed her search to 18 and then to 12 before she started visiting schools with Jackie last month.

This week we were able to eliminated two. We started with three on the list, but after driving through Indiana Wesleyan's campus, we may have added on. More research is needed.

Becca stayed at the neighbors house so that she could go to volleyball practice and enjoyed a little bit of freedom during the day while we were gone.

I asked Becca if she were ready for us to take Carmen on a trip next year and not bring her back and I got no response. I don't think any of us are ready for that next year or even prepared to think about it too hard today.

It seems like just yesterday that she was our only child scooting around in the nursery at church.

The Snowball

I'm reading a book about the making of Warren Buffet. Like all of us, Warren is a product of his genetics and the patterns formed by his environment.

The book is very entertaining and I can definitely understand the tendency to focus on something and not let go. Warren started collecting a few snowflakes of money as a child and young man and has not stopped rolling his snowball throughout his adulthood.

I've only read the first nine chapters. I hope for Warren's sake that by the end of the book he realizes just how insignificant his snowball is in the whole scheme of things. If he can see his snowball as insignificant, then surely any of us can agree that our net worth is zero without Jesus Christ.

Another interesting fact about Warren was his interest in solving mysteries with mathematics and numbers. He loved finding patterns, as do I, and tended to jump to ridiculous conclusions just for the sake of adventure. As do I.

Warren was raised by a stock broker during a depression while I was raised by a factory worker during a recession and energy crisis. Warren had examples of extreme optimists and pessimists that helped him to choose what was valuable to him and how to make decisions. I think we all have those influences modeled for us, but Warren's are very colorful and historic.

Electric Motors Corp. at the center of local green summit - The Elkhart Truth - Elkhart, IN

Electric Motors Corp. at the center of local green summit - The Elkhart Truth - Elkhart, IN

Good example of integrating existing technologies to produce something of higher value.

Speaking to the crush of media, Cashen emphasized he wants to create partnerships with different companies who will supply technology and parts to his manufacturing operation. To date, EMC is working with Gulf Stream Coach in Nappanee and Livernois Vehicle Development in Michigan. Also, Cashen said he is negotiating with General Motors to see, as he put it, what products and divisions are in their trash that he might use.

"Integration of technology is an easier step and it's closer to what this community does on a daily basis," Cashen said, explaining EMC will not be developing components and products that are already available. "We integrate technology that has been heretofore supplied to us, meaning the Elkhart community incorporate, from the Detroit area through the automotive industry."

Hot, Flat and Crowded

On a rainy fourth of July, I finally finished Hot, Flat and Crowded by Thomas Friedman.

I was interested in the book for a couple of reasons. The first reason was that I thoroughly enjoyed reading "The World is Flat". The second reason, and most important one, is that I am a human being that was charged with taking care of this earth by my creator.

I've been trying to be more efficient my whole life and hate the idea of consuming things. It is a vain chasing of the wind.

Thomas brings to light several examples that make you laugh because they are so ridiculous and several examples that make you cry because they are so shameful and embarrassing. As I was carrying this book around for several months, I got lots of polarized comments from people in elevators, people on the beach or wherever else I found myself reading it.

The end of a baseball career

It all started ten years ago when Adam decided to play T-ball at Shadybrook park.

He had so much fun playing T-ball that his older sister joined the team the following year before she moved on to softball.

Adam's next step was Veteran's park coach pitch Rookie league. They had a team that lost the championship game by a few runs and developed friendships that would spill over into other sports down the road.

As all the boys developed at different rates to different final sizes, speeds and strengths, it has been a joy to watch them rotate from team to team.

My favorite year to watch one of Adam's teams was his final season as a Pirate in the Cal Ripken minor league. This team know how to have fun winning.

In Adam's final Babe Ruth season as a Twin, he can definitely measure his maturity and struggles on the baseball field side by side with the rest of life.


Baseball in Lexington is an enjoyable but demanding lifestyle and I am glad that Adam had a chance to complete all the city has to offer in this sport.

Ben's Open House

Ben graduated from NorthWood High School this year. It was good to see many friends who had children that graduated with Ben.

It was also really good to see Ben's whole family there together. Peter and Stephanie just moved back to Nappanee and are settling in. Peter is the youth leader for Living Gospel church.

Bud and Vickie did a great job of decorating the garage with all of Ben's 4H and sports awards.

At the open house, Jackie cut the cake and put it on plates for three hours while I was the photographer.

It was a gorgeous day. Much better than Bethany's was four years ago. Most of the guests recalled that day when a tornado warning and strong winds force an emergency shutdown that included stuffing guests and a 30 foot canopy into a 20 foot garage.

The most photographed subject for Bethany's wedding shower and Ben's open house was Charlie Mattern. Here Charlie is developing some stick skills after watching Adam play for half an hour. It will be a while until Charlie can fill Adam's flip flops, but he has a head start on Lacrosse.

Ego Lessons from Chappy ( Iron Eagle )

When the kids were young, they watched Iron Eagle over and over. Their whole generation grew up viewing people in authority as default thinkers that never challenged the status quo.

The lessons that Adam learned from this movie now meet reality in High School... OK, I have to take some of the blame as well for the DNA that I gave him and the thinking patterns that I have demonstrated to him.

Please read the following script while imagining the following substitutions:

• Chapman is me doing my best Louis Gossett, Jr imitation
• General is Jackie wavering between pardoning her son from prison while considering the safeness of just visiting him there everyday.
• Mr. Masters is young Adam Eby
• Air Force Academy is replaced with Lexington Catholic High School.

Chapman: "Begging the General's pardon, I urge you to reevaluate that decision. Letting this boy loose, would be a big mistake. He already has demonstrated his inability to keep his big mouth shut. I would suggest sending him to an institution, that can order him to keep that big mouth shut."

General: "Are you saying, we should confine this boy to some kind of penal facility?

Chapman: "As a matter of speaking yes sir, you see sir,.. Mr. Masters has applied to the Air Force Academy an institution well-suited for this kind of treatment, eh, unfortunately his application has some.. resistance. I was wondering if you could eh.."

Technically, Adam has not applied to Lexington Catholic, but it still sounds like a great idea for a young man that struggles with positional authority and can not keep his big mouth shut. He may find Lexington Catholic more challenging than IB at Tates Creek, he already does plenty of creative thinking, activity and social service.

Jackie is working on helping Adam understand his limitations as the middle child by making him read about birth order and I'm trying to get him to spend some time upgrading his PC from Windows XP to Ubunto instead of watching TV.

If he can just change his birth order, he might be a good leader some day.
I also think memorizing Romans 12 would be good. The whole chapter is applicable to life's problems whether you want to lead as a middle child or make friends as an oldest child.
If anyone else has any suggestions, we are grasping at straws.

Becca's 13th Birthday Party

Becca's birthday party was a huge surprise for her. She went with Carmen to pick up the birthday cake for her sleep over that she had planned for a few friends on Saturday night.

This faux sleepover was carefully approved by Mom and followed by lots of phone calls to make sure that each girl knew that it was not going to happen but there was indeed a party and sleepover on Friday.

Becca came home and headed for the basement to talk to Grandpa and me. When I noticed that she had a couple of movies in her hand, I asked her if she was going to start them now. She told me that we had to wait until her sleepover on Saturday. Several girls behind a counter and under the pool table did not make a peep as Becca expressed her disappointment in me for not remembering that she had a birthday coming up and a sleepover.

Of course, Jackie had games for the party.

The girls liked the games in the back yard, and the neighbors like the scavenger hunt as the girls could only collect one item per house. Somehow, the word got out that Dave Bond had potatoes.

This party was not comparable to Adam or Carmen's 13th birthday parties in one very specific characteristic: V-O-L-U-M-E-! It might be a while until my ears recover.

Green Revolution Hits Wakarusa

The mayors of Wakarusa and Nappanee have announced plans for EMC to build electric motors in Wakarusa. Nice Job, cousin Larry. Somehow, I bet that Richard Pletcher and Larry Andrews contributed to this.

Elkhart Truth: Hybrid vehicle venture energizes two towns

Electric Motors Corporation

Why Northern Indiana just might be the perfect place to make electric transportation a reality by re-introducing Henry Ford to Thomas Edison:

1. Labor availability (Absence of RV jobs)
2. Empty Manufacturing Facilities
3. Skills match for low volume craftmanship
   
4. Slower pace: Horseless Buggy might work!
5. Astronaut-Farmer connection
   • Purdue University Engineering
   • Small farm business sustainability tenacity
   • Local supply of Ethanol
6. History of Studebaker
7. Recent sting from Hummer
8. Indiana was willing to reduce corporate tax burden for the venture

Here is a Larry Thompson's first cousin (my father) riding a different kind of horseless buggy.

From Aunt Helen's Photo Album

The Noblest Invention

A friend at work gave me a book entitled The Noblest Invention. This illustrated history of the bicycle is very well done.

The forward by Lance Armstrong reminded me of the first bike (red, white and blue banana seat) my parents bought for me.

It reminded me of the freedom that a Free Spirit ten speed from Sears gave me to ride anywhere in Elkhart County to bail hay all day and return that night. It reminded me of friends that I used to ride with when I was a boy.

It reminded me of my habit to repack bearings regularly so I could ride every Sunday without too much resistance or crank noise.

It reminded me that I was on my bike when I knew that Jackie was God's gift to me long before she accepted that dreaded fact.

It reminded me of the first high end road bike, Schwinn Le Tour, that I purchased used from a guy that needed $50 and didn't need the bike that his parents bought for him for closer to $500. Later when I took that bike to Purdue, it was too high end and all I had left was a cut cable lock hanging on a bike rack at married student housing. I remember staring at the empty rack, wishing that I hadn't sold my Free Spirit for $25 a few years back.

It reminded me of my first vehicle that required insurance and a license, which happened to be a Honda CM400. A simple iteration that allowed me to go to farther places faster.

It reminded me of my second motorcycle, a Night Hawk that I rode two hours every weekend from Purdue to wherever Jackie was in whatever whether was between us. After we were married, I rode it to work and remember a day when Jackie had to wear a snowmobile suit behind me when her car wouldn't start one winter day in Lafayette.

It reminded me of a tall skinny friend on a big orange rode bike that rode everyday when I first moved to Lexington and how I struggled to keep up with him one day while we traveled 134 miles to Bloomington. I foolishly dropped out of the pack two hours into the ride, and had to skip pitstops to catch up or else I would not have made it. After catching them, I never left the pack again.

It reminded me of a friend that invited me to mountain bike for the first time in Albequeque and how cactus thorns release air pressure that makes carrying a bike easier than riding it.

It reminded me of the cost of freedom and independence and how dangerous that can be if not handled responsibly.

I will never be known as a bike racer, let alone the greatest cyclist to ever walk the earth like Lance, but I do agree that a bike has got to be near the top of the invention list. However, like all things created, obsessions can be destructive and erase all the freedom that was originally experienced.

I'm glad that the friends that I rode with last Saturday understand how a bike can be used for real freedom.

Easter Sunday

 
 

Flamingos, Fish and Fruit bats

Becca and I spent the morning at Tampa Lowry Park Zoo taking pictures and eating ice cream.

Most of the pictures taken did not include Becca, but it just so happens that these do.

The zoo has been called the best children's zoo in the nation and it definitely had a lot of children. The groups of kids and teachers tended to hang out in the covered areas and the petting zoos so we didn't run into too many crowds until we went to get some ice cream at noon.

I got my ice cream in a cone because I am very environmentally conscious about the decisions that I make while I am reading Hot, Flat, and Crowded all week.

Becca may love animals, but she ate her ice cream from a Styrofoam cup with a plastic spoon so she may as well have been killing endangered species with her bare hands instead of warming them to a slow death one plastic spoon at a time.

Angered by her choices to destroy the earth, a giant fruit bat swept her away and hung her upside down in his exhibit.

Becca promised to eat her ice cream from a cone from now on, so the fruit bat let her go.

Who built our vacation spot

Entrepreneurs and engineers worked together to build an accessible island in this comfortable corner of the Gulf of Mexico that is called Clearwater Beach.

The only concrete section of the first wooden bridge is all that stands today after being torn down in the 1924. Our boat tour guide tells us that a barge served as the gateway to decide whether foot travel across the barge or boat travel while the barge temporarily moved away from the bridge. Today a few birds roost there.

That bridge was obsoleted by the "Million Dollar Bridge" that had mechanical equipment that would lift the bridge to allow boats to pass. When Jackie's family traveled to Clearwater in 1983, they traveled across the $1M bridge. After being torn down in 2002, the remainder of that bridge is being used as a fisherman's pier.


The fixed span bridge that we crossed to reach our vacation spot obseleted the $1M bridge and was budgeted at $30M but ended up costing $90M and using a whole lot of concrete to provide automobile traffic flow and boat passing to occur 100% of the time with more lanes of traffic, but still jammed at both ends with idling cars.

There were two other fixed span bridges and another that had yet to be torn down.

Throughout the tour, there were many landmarks that were remnants of the work of the Army Corp of Engineers as the made the intracoastal waterway in the shallow waters of the Gulf in the 1940's.

The result is a nice place to rest, enjoy sunshine and eat good seafood.

Kyle is a mermaid

In order to make Kyle feel welcome on our family vacation, we decided to bury him in sand, burn the top of his forehead and sculpt him into the shape of Ariel the mermaid.

While most of us just moved the sand from the area immediately adjacent to Kyle with our bare hands and a frisbee, Adam decided to import some heavier sand that was a little closer to the ocean.

When looking at the picture, Kyle said "That's Tight". I pointed out that it was just cohesion and momentum that gave the appearance of tight. These boys really need to study harder in physics class.

Welcome to Morrow

With the economy looking like it has no tomorrow, Jackie and I decided to take the family on a "free" vacation before our travel award points expired or the company that honors them went bankrupt as that seems to be vogue.

Jackie booked a pit stop for us at a Hampton Inn along I-75 in Morrow, GA because of its location about midway to our destination of Clearwater Beach.

Kyle Polley, Adam and I were having breakfast when Kyle noticed the double meaning of the sign that we all missed the night before, "Welcome to Morrow".

We discussed the fact that Tomorrow never gets here, but we also discussed that as new creations, we also house tomorrow, yesterday and today within our jars of clay.

The value of quality to a craftsman

I'm still reading "The Craftsman" by Richard Sennett.

I read this morning that a focus on people within a company can drive the craftsman away. If you want to attract and retain craftsman, a company should instead focus on quality of the product.

Sennett describes Deming as complex and cautionary. The complexity is that to arouse the aspiration for quality and make good on it, the organization itself has to be well crafted in form. It needs open immediate communication, but it needs to wait to bring its products to market until they are really good. Deming knew these aspects of organization seldom appear on management charts of who reports to whom. Deming was not, however, a simple salesman, a booster of quality; he recognized that quality-driven work, focused on achieving good concrete results, does not necessarily unify or sustain organizations.

Lacrosse Scrimmage in Knoxville, TN

We traveled to Knoxville this weekend for Adam's Lacrosse team to get three scrimmages on Saturday.

The picture to the left shows Coach Andy Tarter giving Adam (#6 Black) some tips before play was ready to start against CHS. Adam looked more comfortable today than he did last fall, but as a freshman, he still has a lot to learn about the game.

They were supposed to have a fourth scrimmage and a full game on Sunday, but the weather did not cooperate.

Adam stayed with friends at a teammate's vacation house, so Jackie and I enjoyed the weekend hanging out with some of the Lacrosse parents.

This picture was taken while Adam (#6 White) had the ball or shortly after losing it. He avoided a body check by getting a little lower than the opponent. Throughout the day, Adam consistantly was able to stay low, but needs to work on keeping his feet underneath him while attacking.

My basketball coaches always told me I was out of control, I suspect that I looked a little like Adam "falling forward" with the ball.

Tates Creek finished the day with a respectable 1-2 record considering the age of the players.

Valentines Dinner hosted by the Youth Group

The Tatesbrook youth group served twenty some tables in the basement of the church for Valentines day.

Jackie and I went out to eat on February 7th, because we knew we would be in the kitchen on February 14th.

Kelley Thomas, Matt Hind, Kim Foster, Josh Covington and Erin Markert all did a great job serving with the youth that night.

Kelley and Gadis must have worked all day getting tables and decorations into the basement. They did a great job preparing. It wasn't until we started tearing down all the decorations that I realized just how much work it was to move in the furniture and decorate it.

After they served the guests and the guests had left the building, the youth sat down for a spaghetti dinner of their own.

Becca's perspective of Buster

Becca had a chance today to use her new camera to take pictures of one of her favorite subjects. She slipped on the ice and sort of fell into this perspective. She was quick enough to snap the shutter, so she thinks she may be a photographer some day.

Ice Storm

We have been buried in ice the last few days and are thankful that our power is delivered underground instead of from poles like other parts of the state.

There are very few original trees from when we first moved into the house and one of them is this Magnolia that is sagging under the weight of the ice. I sure hope it pulls itself up when the ice thaws. We have shot many three point shots through its branches over the years, so it will be hard to imagine the front yard without the Magnolia hanging over the driveway.

Becca and I went out this afternoon to take some pictures of the sun reflecting off and through the ice.

I also wanted to record some of the damage that occured around the house as our gutters were pulled slightly away from the house under the weight of the ice and constant rain snuck behind the flashing against the brick in the back of the house under the main roof.

Taking photos of minor damage seems trivial as the state experiences the second largest power outage in history.

If you can see past all of the damage, the vision is rather glorious.

The kids have also taken advantage of the comfortable 32 degree weather, lack of friction on the ground, and no school for the entire week.

Lots of sledding and sleepovers.

As I passed the elementary school on the way home from work, I noticed many families that decided to have some fun instead of cleaning up trees. Most of the tree cleanup can wait, but you can't sled next week.

The last picture is of the Tulip tree in our back yard. Seeing how this is the Kentucky state tree, one would hope that it would survive Kentucky weather. It lost some branches, but it is fairing better than our Cherry, Lilac, Dogwood and Magnolia.