Once a year we rent parking in the lot behind the building. It’s a weird experience. Service work on over-drive. We’ve all paid for parking at the odd event and the people we paid were all...odd. Well, I’m one of those odd men, every once in a while. This was this once in a while. It hailed at north beach, just up the bike path, before we began. I thought for sure it would be a bust, but the parking lot filled, and mostly because our main competition decided to call it quits. The boys over at the rail yard didn’t even show up. Had they, we wouldn’t have been half full, but without them, it was an evening worth having.

There was a tweet I saw a long time ago that went something along the lines of “God really just be making anybody.”  I was not particularly religious when I first saw that joke, but it has gotten funnier, and stranger, I think.

You couldn’t get me to drive to Burlington for fireworks if you held me at gun-point, and here I made nearly a grand from people who paid for the priveledge. So strange. These were not people I felt familiar with, not people I felt I had much in common with. Wrapping my head around the idea of spending time in heaven with them has been a bit of a trip. 

On my way home I tried to think about everybody I’ve ever known and I tried to think of what they were up to right at this moment, while I was driving. The girl I gave a ride to, back to Vermont in college. Sam, my friend’s old roommate, the girl I went to 2nd grade with with a brown bob, my buddy Chris, Miss Peterson, the girl with curls who’s name I can’t recall from 9th grade, the twins. The list goes on on and on. To think of them, busy with their lives, hopefully having uneventful nights...it was a treat and a challenge.