It Rained Again Today

Where did all those hot dry days go?  Not that we want the hot dry days, just one dry enough to move the building in. This was not one. Maybe tomorrow.

Someone recently suggested that we relate some of the stories about what happens at My Friend's House. So here goes.

One of our regular supper guests, let's call him George, recently became a deacon in his church. In all the years I have known church deacons, I don't think I have ever known one who took the task more seriously. It is what defines his life. Anyway, this morning George came to My Friend's House to say hi to Dave. He does this often--has a piece of cake or whatever snack is available, and chats with whoever is there. Today he asked if we had any clothes his size, as he needed to dress the part of a deacon. George is a big boy. As it happened, just before George came in, a friend had delivered a large amount of her deceased husband's clothing, and it was piled on a couch for want of another spot to put it in. Her husband was a large man, probably taller than George, but otherwise the clothes fit.

So George found himself some shirts, slacks, and a jacket. He was one happy camper when he left, complete with his $5 ticket that he will pay, or not, when he gets some money. Later this evening we happened to drive down Houston Street, and there stood George in his new outfit, happy and proud, waiting for one of his fellow church members, maybe a fellow deacon, to pick him up to go to church.

We could see him smiling all the way across that street.