Rick, my mentor, did not play golf. The golf course was not a place where we went to unwind, talk about things away from the confines of an office, or get lost in our surroundings. We went to the theater.… Continue reading
We sat in a Chili’s in south Dallas. Green at “church hunting.” Patty and me with Kimberly not a year old in tow. The “big” preacher offered us lunch. What is a poor student family to do? Eat of course. And we did.