My wife and I have been away for a week. We visited relatives in Oregon and California. It was a good time. In Oregon we saw some of my cousins and Penny's brother and sister.
We worshipped at Faith RCUS in Anderson on Sunday. Rev. Hank Bowen is doing a good job there and it was great to see old friends. We spent twenty-five years in Anderson and it is good to see those who are going on with the Lord.
We also saw two grandchildren in Anderson. There is nothing in the world like grandchildren. They are the joy of our hearts, and they keep us young.
We were in McKinleyville when the earthquake hit on Tuesday. I was watching the third NBA game between Detroit and San Antonia when the bed began to shake. Didn't seem to be much of a big deal. About fifteen minutes later a warning scrolled across the screen that there was a tsunami warning from the Mexican to the Canadian border. So Penny and I drove down to the beach to see what would happen. [O come now, we didn't really drive to beach--we are not that dumb.] We drove to a high point overlooking the beach. Nothing happened but I got a great picture of the sunset.
It was good to be away, but there is no place like home.