It snowed today. Here. In upstate South Carolina. On April 10. I wonder what portents this doth signify.
This was Founders Week at Furman, and it was a week for me to wallow in mid-life crises. A couple of my classmates returned to Furman to speak. Karen Foreman spoke at convocation on Wednesday. She at one time was the international director for Habitat for Humanity. I remember riding with her in an old Lincoln Towncar with suicide doors to go fix low income houses in the northern part of the county. It doesn’t surprise me that she as taken that love of helping others to even greater heights. It sounds like she’s had an interesting career. I wasn’t able to attend her talk, and hate that I didn’t get to see her this time, but Laura met her, and was quite impressed.
My other classmate encounter was this evening. Karen Parks sang with the Furman Concert Choir this evening at the chapel in a program of spirituals. This Karen has also done quite well for herself – garnering many jewels in her operatic crown.
Laura pointed out that there were other luminaries from this particular group of Furman students – Keith Lockhart of the Boston Pops and Amy Grant were also classmates of mine. Looking at this class of distinction makes me wonder what I’ve done with my life. I consider my greatest accomplishment to date to have been my marriage to Laura.
Well, so much for the mid-life crisis. Tomorrow I go accept an award for my work on the district’s website, and I’ll feel much better. After that, if the sun comes out, I may go buy a red convertible sports car.