A Summer Story

The first leg of our trip... I get the window seat.."heck yesss" Dad talks to anyone in the vicinity, mom reads excerpts from a gifted and talented book that makes men look like a second rate species, and I leave my cd's..:( Years of compiling cd's down the drain, Caedmons Call, Rich Mullins, Blindside, Chris Tomlin: they all our in the hands of fate. Surely someone honest would get a hold of them? All I could do was hope, and hope was what I did, until Mom calls to see if they were returned and a nope...I then had to accept the fact that I would have to survie without..should I seek out copies and burn, take it as a sign and what kind of sign would that be? I had to get over it, and I did, kindof