My Ramblings

I don't think I've mentioned it here before but I currently work part time for a company called Lyft which is a ride share program. It's much like a taxi service except that the drivers use their own vehicles and the rides are about 30% cheaper than a typical taxi service. Mostly, I work nights taking people from bars either to the next bar they're going to or to their homes. It is a good part-time job for me because I meet new people and I do it in the cool of the night when there's much less traffic.  A few nights ago I was parked in a lot across the street from one of the busier bars when I was approached by an elderly man who walked up to the truck and said, “Hey, big man. Do you think you can help me out?" As he approached, he was singing an old gospel song. I asked him what he needed and he pulled out his Veteran’s Administration ID card and showed it to me. He said he was trying to get enough money to take a bus to Palo Alto where he was going to ge

A few days ago, Linda and I visited our alma mater. The name of the school when we went there was San Jose Bible College and it was in San Jose. Ten years ago, the school relocated to Rocklin, California and was renamed William Jessup University (WJU) after its founder. During our visit, we saw some former classmates and staff and met a few new folks who now work for WJU. Linda and I got a lot of love and attention that day which was great. I almost felt like a celebrity. We had lunch in the school’s state of the art cafeteria with friends who are on staff, the former school president, Bryce Jessup (son of the founder) joined us and the current President, John Jackson, stopped by to greet us. Two days ago, I was thinking about my "good Stanley" as well as the Stanley I don't care for very much.  I am considered by most people I know to be a nice guy, a good man, a decent husband, a great father and grandpa. When I think about this, as I often do, I conclude that most