Ken and William stopped by, yesterday, on their way to Ontario.  There is an inmate, in the Oregon Corrections facility, there claiming to have knowledge of certain crimes – even claiming to have committed a murder, or two.

The man is pretty delusional, but his claims have to be checked out, thus Ken is spending 20 hours on the road, and overnight stay in a motel, all for around an hour or less interview that he thinks has all the ear marks (from what the individual has already said) of a wild goose chase.

It was good seeing both.  After 6 hours on the road it was time to take a break.  Teresa and Ian came over and we shared some stories over a couple of pizzas.  Good to have all four around the table with Carla and me.

Revelation 21:21 And the twelve gates were twelve pearls: every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.

For an Olympian the gold metal is the ultimate prize.  I prefer to have the prize of walking the golden streets of heaven.

Later, Art :-)