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Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010
Middle school memories for some reason pop up at the strangest times. Back in the day when wood shop class also meant you had an art class as well as the horror of having upper class men the size of Goliath.
I hated wood shop. We made tie racks. I did not wear ties in sixth grade. But, making a sculpture in art class enchanted me. While some were creating ash trays, pencil holders and primitive dishes or mugs I embarked on controversy. I made a bust of Richard Nixon. Why? Well, an artist does things for reaction and even in Middle School politics were fun. This was the late 70s after all. (more…)
Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
Thanksgiving is approaching and I would like to extend my series of posts on this (Part 1, Part 2) with the hope in all of this. The victims sister has asked me to pass on the following to our community of Murrieta and my neighborhood: (more…)
Monday, November 23rd, 2009
Greg Sidders in one of his last acts as our senior pastor decided to make official my acquiring of his stapler. I found this note on my desk this morning. 
Greg, I will miss partnering with you. I have learned much about communicating and appreciate your passion to keep things about what’s important in your teaching–Jesus! Saying goodbye is not fun–minus you allowing me to poke fun at you in front of the whole church about having dibs on your stapler.
I pray that your book becomes a best seller, that your new ministry life will be even more exciting and rewarding and for your family to be blessed beyond your dreams! Thanks for inviting me to be part of such an amazing church, staff and community!
-Rich
Tuesday, June 16th, 2009
What do you do when you are 20 years of age, a male and working in an office where you are the only one of your gender? Add to the question the fact that it is the office potluck this week and you have to fully participate or else. It was painful enough to breathe in estrogen-filled air where all the jokes, stories and speech echoed a Lifetime Network movie. Now certain humiliation seemed my destiny for that week.
I worked as an accounting clerk for a main office of a large retailer. The part of my job I liked was finding errors and reporting them to Loss Prevention to the two former cops–i.e. pudgy guys in corduroy jackets. In today’s paperless world it is hard to imagine carbon credit card receipts and miles of register tape being manually reconciled, but indeed that was 1986. With an increasing speed at the 10-key calculator and an eye for irregularities I might make something of myself..well, not really. (more…)
Middle school memories for some reason pop up at the strangest times. Back in the day when wood shop class also meant you had an art class as well as the horror of having upper class men the size of Goliath.
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