"You can lead a man to Congress, but you can't make him think." - Milton Berle

Yeah, I'm happy with the outcome of the NFC game. Wish the AFC contest had gone the other way, but I'll enjoy watching the 'hawks put a beat-down on the Pats.

I confess I'm one of those who walked out of the Seattle game at halftime. I went to the garage to work on the truck, certain that the outcome was decided. Pam came out to tell me the Seahawks were up by one point (or was it two?) with a couple of minutes left to go.
"Why did you wait this long to come get me????"

I'm trying to get the rear window in and it's not going well. In fact, this morning I took the whole thing out and decided to start over again. But getting it in place is a two-person job and Pam's working a 12-hour today, tomorrow, and Wednesday. So it will be Thursday before I can get this step completed. And the window has to be in before the seats can be installed. The seats have to be installed before I can take the wheels off for painting, and the painting has to be done before I can install the next set of body parts.
So today I did some miscellaneous stuff - installed the vent cables, the pedals, and the cigarette lighter.

I opened the windows and doors today to get some fresh air going through the house. Yeah, it was that warm. Got up to 75 this afternoon.

Today is Dr. Martin Luther King Day. It's not his birthday, which was January 15, but the third Monday of January, the day designated by Congress to honor his memory. Interestingly, today, the 19th, is the birthday of General Robert E. Lee.

Nathaniel has been attending Pathway for a couple of months now. He had a stroke a few years ago and can't drive, but we're close enough that "stick" (what he calls his cane) in hand, he can walk to our services. I don't know how old Nathaniel is but I'm guessing he's about 70, and was born in west Texas. He says his mom moved he and his sister to L.A. when he was about 10 because she thought it provided her two kids with more opportunity.
She also saw that they were all in church every Sunday, and dressed appropriately. They attended a Black Baptist church both places.
One Sunday a couple of years after moving to L.A. they walked home from church and she told Nathaniel and his sister not to change out of their church clothes; they would be going to church again in the afternoon. That did NOT make them happy! But there was no arguing with mama, so they stayed in their Sunday-go-to-meeting attire until mid-afternoon when she told them to come along. They walked to a neighborhood church that was packed and sat down, a 12-year old Nathaniel and his younger sister unaware of why this was necessary.
After some preliminaries the special speaker for the service came out onto the platform.
Nathaniel says Dr. King was a relatively small man, but as soon as he opened his mouth you could feel the power, and the room was alive with energy. And he described it like it happened last week.

That's cool.