Tuesday, December 13, 2005

A Season of Light

So sorry it's been so long. We've been busy. Beyond Busy. WAY past busy!
Tonight kicks off the last weekend of Night of Light, and the response has been overwhelming. I'll post better pictures when it's over and I can collect them from better photographers than myself, and even some video (we'll do a 4 camera shoot of the show tonight and tomorrow night)

Here are the 2 quick facts:
-Already over 11,000 people have seen the show
-500 have raised their hands to accept Christ

Nick Benoit's blog has a much better description of the show than I could ever put together, so go to his page if you care to learn more about the show.

Click HERE to view an article in the San Diego Union Tribune, a very secular paper, which brings to life some pros and cons of the show (the "cons" are all pros in our minds, but never the less, they can have their opinions). I hesitate posting this, but it shows the local attention we're generating. Kind of cool.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Opening Night!

Night of Light opened tonight. After a year of planning and a month of no sleep, we launched one of the coolest Christmas experiences I have ever seen.
The most important thing is this: 25 people accepted Christ tonight, and we have 16 more opportunities to reach the lost.
I'll post more pictures later, and I'll share more about the show soon, but here are a few of my favorite shots. There's no way to do the event justice from a still shot camera, but I'll do my best describing over the next few weeks.
Thanks to all who have been praying for this event. Keep it up!

Sunday, November 20, 2005

The Red Light

We played Roxanne in church today.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

A Week in Review

Christmas is here!

OK, not for the rest of the world, yet. But here in San D., it's smothering us.

We're producing an outdoor Christmas Show, Night of Light, and we're less than 3 weeks from opening night (18 shows over 3 weekends).

This week has been full of light installations, thus the name, Night of Light.
From over ten thousand Christmas lights throughout the property, to the giant light grid that hangs above Bethlehem on the side of a cliff (By giant, I mean 6 stories high, and 64 feet across. 3600 lights, each a foot apart).
Today and yesterday we hoisted the grid up the cliff face and tried not to die in the process.
TONIGHT, we turned it on, and it... was... AWESOME!!!!
You can see it from the freeway. In-freakin-credible!
So tomorrow, we'll work out some of the bugs, and I'll post pictures soon (even though they won't do it justice).

Aside from Christmas this week, I bought U2's Vertigo Tour DVD, Live from Chicago, and relived the show. Lacy and I went to opening night of this tour, and I went to the second show two nights later. It's great to see how the show has progressed. It's also great to have a wife who can sing along to every song, especially since she knew nothing about U2 before we met. She's the best!

That's all for now.
I may not see you till after Christmas, but I'll try.
If you can get out to see the show, we'd love to see you.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

There Ain't Nothin' Like...

...a handlebar mustache
...a blown-over comb-over
...a new guitar
...finding out that your dad's been wearing unmatched shoes for months and months
...a late night recording session
...an NFL superstar getting kicked off his own team just for being an idiot
...having Arnold as your governor
...sitting on a bench, making fun of people who walk by
...asking when the baby's due only to find out she's not pregnant
...explaining to grandma how the iPod works
...explaining to grandma how the FM transmitter for the iPod works
...wrapping your co-worker's desk with hundreds of Christmas lights
...catching your little sister doing anything she's not supposed to be doing
...a night in drag
...my 1991 Camry’s tweed seats
...wanna-be rock stars who work at Guitar Center
...finding out that "the pill" didn't work
...dreams that involve being naked in public
...dreams about winning the lottery (a regular one of mine, and I've never played)
...dreams that involve one leg being significantly shorter than the other
...a first post on a new blog ("I'm finally giving in to this blog thing...")
...a fake chuckle from the local news anchor
...thinking that your shirt AND your pants were black, until you got to work and realized that blue and black both look black in your dark closet
...calling a co-worker by the wrong name and having them correct you in a really, really sad tone
...getting a refund check in the mail that you didn't realize was coming
...not being able to turn your steering wheel all the way to the right because your new tires are TOO BIG!
...having a brother-in-law with a handlebar mustache (poor guy)
...grabbing used souvenir cups from the Chargers game off the ground after a game (we now have a complete set)
...going to the Chargers game with your wife with full intention of watching the Charger's Girls and not the game
(To clarify, Lacy's good friend is a Charger's Girl, and she gave us the tickets. Good fun for all.)
...driving 25 minutes to a storage unit, then realizing you don't have the key
...sitting around and thinking up meaningless lists like this one

I'm open for more "There Ain't Nothin' Like's..."
Send 'em my way,

That is all

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

My Feet Are Killing Me


Sunday, October 30, 2005

Stranger in Church

I was walking from the stage to the sound booth this morning to have a chat with Brian, our tech director, when I noticed someone I thought I recognized, but couldn't place. We caught eyes and I slowed down as she waved and said, "Remember me?" Of course I did. It was Kayla Rotz. The only problem was that I hadn't seen her in close to four years and her hair was way different, so it took me a second. She said, "It's me, Kayla" before I had a chance to respond. Bottom line, I felt like a donkey. She should never have had to remind me of her name. She's even come up in conversation within the last few months. I just wasn't quick enough to make the connection.

So Kayla, if you're out there, you must think I'm a jerk. I'm sorry. Can we still be friends?


Josh (Donkey-of-the-Century) Garlow

p.s. Blogging friends, if you can help me get this message-in-a-bottle to here, that would be fantrific!

Friday, October 28, 2005

Warm Up Licks

Every musician has a go-to lick that they play when they pick up an instrument. They may have two or three, but no musician lacks one. I know this because I hear the same licks every week at the start of sound check. I'm guiltier than anyone. I have one for each instrument. Whether it's at Guitar Center and I'm trying out a keyboard, or if it's in my office and I'm just gearing up to arrange something, of if I'm at home watching TV with a guitar on my lap, I always have to play my lick(s) first. I have yet to meet a musician that doesn't have on.

So here's my challenge/request: Record your licks and send them to me at joshg@skylinechurch.org

I'll do something with them. Not sure what, but something cool.


I'll be waiting...

Saturday, October 22, 2005

She's 23 and she ROCKS!

Happy Birthday Lacy!
Click on image to view film

Monday, October 17, 2005

A Midwest Fall in S.D.

Quickly, if you didn't understand the last post, it was our way of announcing that we're having another baby. This was a definite surprise to us, seeing as how Lukas is only 7 months old, but we are getting excited. This does, however, not help the EDGE factor. I'll have to work extra hard to keep that in tact. Seriously, we feel blessed that we are able to have kids, so we're running with it.
On another note, it feels like Indiana in San Diego. The weather is always good here, but strangely enough, we can get sick of it. The last few days have felt like Fall in the Midwest. More so than it ever has before. For IWUers, remember when the season would change from summer to Fall, and you'd make a midnight run to Handy Andy and realize that you didn't wear a strong enough jacket, but it felt great anyway. The crisp air with the smell of a fire. Not snow/freezing weather, but Autumn. Sam Bills had a theory about love in the changing of the seasons, and I think he was dead on - "It's easy to fall in love when the seasons change". There's just something about it. Lacy and I couldn't wait to get home late last night and start a fire. We put on a movie, opened the windows (too keep the smell of the air in the house), bundled up and fell asleep in the living room. With the changing of the season came a romantic evening. It was great!

Don't be afraid of romance in the turn of the season, It could be God's design.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Wednesday, October 12, 2005


Here's a clip that played at my brother-in-law's church in Victorville, CA.

Click on the clip to view

Another Video I came across today...

Click on clip to view

Click HERE for the entire show

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

A Funny Thing Happen on My Way To Work The Other Day...

Many of you know that I drive a scooter to work most days (I have a car, but the scooter is fun and great on gas). I know it's not as cool as a Harley, but it's very European/edgy and it get's 100 miles to the gallon.
Well, yesterday, I got ready for work, walked outside to finde the bike missing. I normally garage it, but the night before, I just forgot. So I walked around to my garage just to make sure wasn't in there, and it wasn't.
I was really, really mad at my self for not putting it away, knowing that it would be easy to steal.
The police came out and did a report. The insurance company was called for claim purposes. My wife told me she was really sad for me, and that I could get another one.
And then! As Lacy was driving me to work (2 hours late) she looked to her left, and there it was. MY SCOOTER!
Somebody had moved it to another part of our parking lot. Why? I have no idea. My guess is that they started to leave with it, then had second thoughts. It could have been a prank, and I'll laugh the hardest if that's what it was, but I'm thinking it was something else.
The good news is that she's back.
The bad news is... well, there isn't any.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Kinder's Birthday Present

Friday is Kinder's Birthday (Lacy's sister).
Today we picked up her present from her mom.
Tonight I'm posting pictures of ME and the gift.
Does Kinder know about it? NOPE
Will she read my blog and find out about it? Who knows.
Will she read this post BEFORE her birthday? She better.
So, I'll wait with the beautiful Taylor 314 until she finds this post.
Is Kinder getting a better guitar than I had at her age? Heck yes.
Let's all cheer her on!
I'll be waiting for a call.

The 70's

The past few Sundays, at my dad's request, we've closed out the service with a tune from the 70's, and surprisingly, it's been a blast.
Two weeks ago we did "Bridge Over Troubled Water" and this morning we played a tune I had never heard until recently, but you probably have, "He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother".
I've really enjoyed studying these recordings and trying to imulate their tone and tamber, instrumentally. It was funny, but I told our drummer that he should loosen up his drum heads to give them a nice, flappy tone. I also told our bass player to turn down all the bass in his EQ, and he would have the tone nailed. (These guys are great and they've been playing long enough to know how these songs are suposed to go without studying for one second. They're amazing.)

Anyway, I thought you might want to listen to what I've been listening to for the past few weeks in preparation. They're great tunes.


He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother (The Hollies)

Bridge Over Troubled Water (M.W.Smith Version)

Friday, October 07, 2005

U2 on Conan O'Brien

Click on picture to play!

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Two of My Favorite Things...

Review of Episode III

"Just when I think it can't get any worse, you go and do something like this...


- Lloyd Christmas

(Correction. After further research, I found that it was actually Harry who said this in the movie Dumb and Dumber. Click HERE to listen)

Monday, October 03, 2005

Doing Good Church

This is for my worship leading friends, but open for anyone to read.

There’s a phrase that gets tossed around my world every once in a while when we don’t have any tricks up our sleeves. When a production is not in the works. When a guest artist or speaker isn’t booked for a while. When our focus is simply on preaching the gospel and providing a place for worship. We call it “Doing Good Church.” These are the best of times for me. The worship tends to come alive. The preaching isn’t forced. The congregation has the sense that all is well, and Jesus is here.

It’s not the songs or the sermon that fire me up. It’s the anointing that falls through them. I can’t explain it.

Sometimes, we go into a weekend saying “we just need to have good church” And we do.

Other weekends, it’ll blind-side us. We’ll be sitting around on Sunday afternoon, and someone will say, “You know? Good church happened today.”
The satisfaction that comes with that statement is priceless. Not because WE did anything right, but because God moved, and we got to watch it.

I fully understand that programs and events will always be a part of a community. People love special treats, and there’s nothing wrong with that. And it’s not that I’m lazy and want to get out of pulling something big off (doing good church can be harder than planning something out of the norm). I just know the power that can come from getting back to the basics of church, and doing it well.

We’re going into a season of what I hope will be 2 months of “doing good church.” The only thing planned is a sermon seriese about meeting Jesus. In my worship planning, I’ll be looking to do one thing over the next few weeks. Get people one step closer to Jesus.

To me, that’s doing good church.

Your thoughts?

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Review of Episode II

I didn't know if I should laugh or ask forgiveness for endorsement, viewing, or even being in the same room with the TV.
I'm pretty sure I should ask forgiveness.


Your thoughts?

Monday, September 26, 2005

Wednesday, September 21, 2005


Ocean (click here to listen)
After 10 years of being based in San Diego, California, I have finally taken up a Californian sport, and I'm loving it. No, it's not surfing, it’s body-boarding (some would refer to it as boogie-boarding, but I find the term "body" to be much more edgy than "boogie", so, we'll go with that. "Sponging" is what the true die-hards call it, but I'm not there yet. That would require that I know how to fully operate the flippers, and I don't).
I have not conquered the waves alone, however. My daring wife and I, along with the Benoits have all sold out for the sport. I can't believe I've missed the last 10 years of doing this.
We all ran home right after work, grabbed our boards and wet suits, piled in the car and drove down to Pacific Beach (Shown Above). The sun was hitting the horizon just as we arrived, but that didn't stop us. We road the waves well past dark, and it was amazing.
The only top off to a perfect night in the water could be watching The Office with friends. So that's exactly what we did.
This night will not be forgotten

P.S. Your thoughts on The Office?

Monday, September 12, 2005

Some Bad News...

My sister found these photos:

After embarassing all my friends in Master's Praise, I figured I'd slam myself for your enjoyment. (Note the tight-rolled suit pants, and the rolled up sleeves on the wanna-be basketball jersey)
Thanks Jane.

Monday, September 05, 2005

A Few Things To Talk About...

1) The Taylor T5. Bob has been so gracious to loan me and two of my friends a T5 prototype for a couple of months. I normally play piano for our Sunday A.M. services, but this week I had to give the new toy a good, long test drive. So, for 7tunes X 4Services, I played the snot out of that guitar. Bottom line... I'm not giving it back! OK, I may have to give THAT one back, but I can no longer consider my arsonal complete without one. It revolutionized the way I play guitar. It turns a single guitar player into two guitar players. It is the best guitar I've come across for worship leading. The trick is that you can be playing it in acoustic mode, then, with a stomp of a footswitch, you can trigger your electric amp on, and be playing rhythm acoustic and electric at the same time. Infreakingcredible!
2)We spent the day (Monday, Labor Day) with my parents at their beach unit along with my brother and sister, aunt and uncle, and grandma. Last week, I took a surfing lesson with Jake. Although it was full of usefull information, it turned out to be a lot of work for little return. Today, we hit the waves on body boards. It was GREAT! Jake and I could catch the same wave and ride it in together. I found it much more rewarding. I'll stick to snowboarding and wakeboarding as my go-to "stand-on-a-board" sports. I also had an inaugrual game of SmashBall with my dad. A sport he could not have played one year ago. Well, back to the grind. Summer's Over. Goodbye O fleeting sun (Even though I know you're sticking around until December, I'll say a theoretical hasta la vista today, as if we're breaking up to find ourselves, put away my white shoes, and sneak around with you tomorrow).
3) Sunday Afternoon, Lacy and I drove up to Pasadena to see Sam and Rosie's newborn, Eisley. She's really cute. Looks like Sam.

Saturday, September 03, 2005


Nothing makes a movie better than having the entire theatre shake!
Tonight at the cinema, the building shook, we all looked at each other and agreed that it WAS a quake, and then continued our viewing as if nothing happen.
This was the third sizable quake in the last four months.
Once in the middle of the night: Big bang. Whole house shook for about 15 seconds, then another aftershock 3 minutes later.
Once at church in the middle of an offertory: I felt the bang, but thought someone had just fallen off the risers.
Then tonight: making the date night especially exciting.

Only In California

Friday, August 26, 2005

I Hate Improvement, I Love Improving.

Lately, with the addition of Clay to our team, we’ve gone in a different direction with the style of music we’re playing. Much of what we do is the same, but we’ve been adding some rich, urban black gospel to our rep., mainly because that’s what Clay is really, really good at.

Here’s the problem: I’m a whiter-than-white rock and roll keyboard player. I’ve got soul inside me, but getting it out and onto the keys is not always easy. Playing this genre of gospel for ME is like asking a hip-hop dancer to do ballet (can you tell I’ve been watching “So You Think You Can Dance?”). If I’m going to have the job I have, I need to be a pro at my instrument, but lately I haven’t felt like one. I’ve felt like a no-good hack pianist for the jazz band at Kennedy Middle School in Wabash, IN. THAT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! So, the solution was simple: I had to start practicing. I don’t like practicing. I hate practicing. I never practice. I had to make the decision that being a “PRO” meant being a pro at every style, at any time. So yesterday, I sat at the piano for the better part of a day and worked on 8 measures of music. That’s about 15 seconds of music for you non-music peeps. Did I enjoy it? Not a chance. Am I better today than I was yesterday? A ton.

Next week will surely bring another song that needs work, and feeding off of my success from this week, I’ll spend the time necessary to ‘get it right’ again. I'll let you know how it goes. Maybe.

A quote worth quoting: “You play the way you practice”

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Just In From Vegas

We just arrived home from Las Vegas. We spent two nights and two days in the city of blinding lights, celebrating our anniversary.
Don't worry, we're still Wesleyans. No dancing, gambling, drinking, dirty shows or whatever else you may be thinking. Just two glorious days in the lazy river at the Monte Carlo, or as it was called this week, the "Monte Garlow!"

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Another Thing That Lacks EDGE...

I don't need to know how many kids you have, how tall they are, what their names are, how many pets you have in your house, much less what breed they are, and what you call them.
Congratulations, you have a big family. We can tell THAT by the size of your vehicle.

I apologize if you're a friend, relation, acquaintance, or joshgarlow.blogspot.com fan and you have posted your family on your car. I haven't seen ALL vehicles with this kind of advertisement, and yours could be way edgy and I just didn't know it. Ten years from now, I may have that same thing going on with my car. Maybe the kids love it and the parents have to give in. Maybe when the sixth graders are getting dropped off at school, they get made fun of if Mrs. Soccer Mom isn't with it. Maybe the times have changed and it's no longer un-cool to get dropped off right at the front door in front of everybody. Maybe it's NOW un-cool to get dropped off three blocks from school WITHOUT a white family tree on the back of your SUV.
I don't know. Maybe the times have changed and it's not mom and dad's fault.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Office Space

Not many people get to work in an environment with people they really, really like. I DO, and it's great! We have recently added two new members to our team (worship and arts) here at Skyline, thus completing the "dream team." I thought I'd introduce them:

Clay Davis came from Ohio and is our front man/choir guru/ vocal leader/ productions guy(Christmas shows). He, his wife, and two boys joined us in Feburary of this year. Killer pipes, but more importantly, a killer worship leader. Plus, our family's have become very close over the last 6 months. Good times on and off the job.

Nick Benoit is the latest addition. He's been here a couple of months now as our "visual/ video/ creative whatever else" PRO. The good news is that his wife has finally joined him. Last week she finished her job up in N. Carolina, and moved on out here. Nick amazes me with every cut. Many of you know Nick from IWU.

For those who don't know, I take care of the band/instrumentalist, the administrative stuff, and the planning and production of the weekend services. That's my job. This is our team. Thought you'd want to meet them

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

The Drive-In...

Twice in the last week I've been to the Drive In Movie Extraviganza. Ok, "Extravaganza" was not part of the name of the place, but it was extra-something: Special... Fun... Fellowshipable... Scarry... Dirty... Grose... I don't know. Maybe "Innersting" would be the correct term?

The first night was Friday Night. The place was jammed. EVERYBODY in San Diego wanted to see the Duke brothers ride again. I guess a few people wanted to see how Jessica Simson's "acting" skills were coming, but I'm pretty sure most people were there to see The General Lee.

Only at the drive in can you find just about every kind of person out there. The drive in is not a respector of age, weight, race, social-economics, religion, or political party. On one side of our completey normal, domestically neutral clan were the Desert Turkeys... who brought their own sofa. Ok. That's cool. Except, did I mention it had a lift kit on it. Yeah, it was hoisted 4 feet in the air by giant springs. On the other side of us was the sawed-off Volkswagen bus with the surfer and his girl in the way-back. closer to us was another couple who decided to see who could hold the most liquer during one movie. Then slightly ahead of us was the slumber party. Awe, wasn't that cute. The little girls running back and forth from their car to the snack bar as many times as possible before the previews began. One girl was very good at that... well... the snack bar part, not so much the running part.

On to Last night. Somehow I convinced 3 responsable adults, one child, and two infants that a 12:40AM movie was not too late. My insomnia will bring the world down.

This night was different. I pulled up to the ticket window to pay, and the pot-head attendent looked at me for a minute, the said, "What's up?" I replied, "...um, I'd like to see a movie?" Yes, I said it in question form.

We got in there, and I instantly spoted one of the 3 other cars as being the "make-out" car. It was a ford excape, and the (teen) couple was making there bed in the back of the SUV (facing the screen). It just so happened that my vehicle was facing the rear of theirs. The movie was over and I really had no choice but to hop in my car as quick as possible, and turn on my brights :) Yeah, he was scramblin quick to put his pants back on. Whatever he was doing was way wrong, Grandma, but catching him was so right!
We got home at 3AM. We are tired today, but we'll never forget last night!

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Symphony of Toys

Just click on the picture above to PLAY!
Click HERE to access my film page!

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Friends Don't Let Friends Hike and Blog?

I started combing through some blogs today. I started at one friend’s site, then jumped from his to another, then another, and so on. I came across a ton of old friends. It was great to see what everyone’s doing with their lives, but…

Somewhere along the way, when the little elves were creating “BLOG”, one of the elves decided to create a secret code that appears on the computer screen. It flashes really, really fast in order to brainwash people who are singing up for blog. The code, when de-coded properly reads this:

In order to have an effective blog, you must…

1) Learn to hike.

2) Hike all the time.

3) Have really deep thoughts while you’re hiking.

4) Quit your job and forget anything you’ve ever learned about responsibility and taking care of yourself and your family and hike ALL THE TIME.

5) Post pictures of your irresponsible ways for the whole world to see, as if it’s something to be proud of.

6) Not blog unless you can write about…
a) Where you hiked
b) What you thought about when you were hiking
c) A deep though that you had while planning your hike
d) Where you’re going to hike next

7) Realize that the best pictures you can post on your blog are of YOU with your shirt off standing on a rock along the trail that YOU were hiking on. Bandanas are a plus!

8) Pretend to do the above mentioned items at all cost in order to keep the integrity of your blog, even if you have no idea how to walk, much less, hike.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

A Trip To The CO

A couple of weeks ago, Lacy’s brother Jake and his wife Tiffany had identical twin girls (Here's a pic of them, looking slightly to the left). So, the natural thing to do was to hop in the car and head to Colorado Springs as soon as possible to see them. Dakota and Georgia are their names. It’s pretty simple to drive to Colorado from San Diego. You just take the 8 west to the 85 north to the 10 West to the 301 loop to the 17 north to the 40 West to the 25 north, and wham, in seventeen hours, you’re there. Except, we (Lacy, Lukas, and I) decided that it would be better to caravan with Lacy’s mom, sister, special needs aunt, and 3 dogs, Making Lukas and Fender myself the only male companions on an overnight drive driven by WOMEN who can’t wait to see their nieces/granddaughters, thus leaving ME as the sole sense of male ration. Fun. On top of that bliss, we decided to leave right after church on Sunday, the time of week where I’m the absolute freshest.

Truth be told, the drive wasn’t that bad. We stopped more than we had planned. We woke up Monday morning in the parking lot of a liquor store. It appeared to be a nice strip mall when we parked (Just for a few hours, of course) the night before, but when the sun came up, there was beer, gas, white trash, and midgets involved. Not exactly the Marriot. We arrived in Colorado Springs around six Monday evening. We’re still here, and it’s been nothing but lovely. Lovely and hot that is. We picked the one week of the summer that the state of Colorado decided to set all sorts of heat records. But it’s OK, we have each other, and a car with really good AC.

Three times Lacy and I have made the trek to the Springs, and not once have we seen the sights in this beautiful area. So, yesterday I pulled a Clark W. Griswold and loaded up the wife and kid and went sight seeing. We started with Garden of the Gods. It was grander than I had remembered. I grew up coming out here for vacation with my family just about every year. I have seen everything. Lacy has seen nothing. JULY 22, 2005 Lukas doesn’t count, cause he’s too young and he doesn’t speak English. The Garden’s were amazing. We walked all over. The funniest thing was watching all the people climb on the rocks at the entrance, as if they didn’t know the REAL cliffs and rocks were around the corner. IQ’s were showing their true colors.

We then set out to climb Pikes Peak. In the car, of course. We were almost to Pikes Peak Highway when I thought it would be better to keep driving down Highway 24 into Green Mountain Falls, and show Lacy the cabins that we used to stay in when I was a kid. There’s a row of about 6 cabins that go right along a nice little stream. Currently, >two of them are occupied by old friends of the family, Jerry Jones in one, and Sam & B.K. Steerman in another. We ended up running into all of them, and had a great time. Sam Steerman is undoubtedly my favorite old guy. He makes anyone he talks to feel like a million bucks in three seconds or less. I have no idea how he does it, and I’ve never seen, nor will I ever seen anyone like him again. Truly one of a kind.

What a day. It was one of the best single day’s I’ve had in a while. To be out in the wild with my wife and son was truly great. It made the caravan with Woman and K9 worth it.

Today, I helped Jake find and purchase an old Jeep Cherokee. It’s pretty sick, and he’ll have a ton of fun with it.

We’ll probably head back tomorrow. Not sure when we’ll actually arrive home. I’m not in a hurry. This blog will not be posted until I return because… Oh I didn’t mention, they have no Internet or TV here, so we’re pretty lost as far as communication with the world goes. I’m not sure what I miss most about home. My Airport Base Station, which provides me with, wireless Internet in my house whenever I want it, or, AIR CONDITIONING!