waxing sentimental

My good friend and old college roommate, Micah (MT, Micah Toddy, Mickey), turned 30 a few days ago. Micah, 30 is the new old if you were wondering.

so here are a few tributes and memories...

First to Micah and his parents and grandparents- some of the most generous people I know. They were family away from family, friends, and oh so generous. Delinda, why did you ever pay us each $500 bucs for the worst paint job your house ever saw? and free living in Botswana for two years thanks to the Church/Humphrey family. and "the bus" and prelude. loved the prelude despised the bus - but my car was a bike so whose complaining?

I'll never forget "John the jars brother", our next door neighbor in the OSU dorms. A guy most people avoided at all costs because of his extremely annoying behavior, namely running into our room at 1 am with his guitar asking Micah to check out his new moves, and literally demanding Micah to take him to McDonalds since MT had the only car. But of course MT's patience won the day.

How about blowing up catfish with the shotgun? That was a highlight. or walking the farm at night with a flashlight and shotgun looking for coyotes. or camping in the mud. and snow. and rain. and more camping. and more. caving, canoeing, raquetball, running, "mountain" biking, jamming on the gee-tar. MT taught me the guitar, how to play "everything I do" on the piano, and introduced me to Rambo.

And the best for last - our first year of college Micah and I went out to the farm and buried, close to the old tire swing by the creek, a committment we wrote out on paper to use our college years for the Lord's glory. By the time we pulled up the cheap plastic container and its contents 3 and a half years later, the words had rotted but the commitment never did. those were intense years of learning, studying, debating, and praying together.

thanks mt.