In Memory of Deil

Deil Wright died today. On the first Sunday Vicki and I attended Aldersgate United Methodist Church, right before the start of the first Gulf War in January 1991, Deil invited me to attend a men's breakfast. For many others before and after us, his kind spirit was how we went from being guests to being members at Aldersgate.

My fondest memory of Deil will be how, in a church softball game, if he came to bat with a runner on first, he always could hit the ball down the right field line, ensuring that the runner would make it Tleast to third. This spring he gave my parents and me Red Sox hats he'd received at a spring training game. I will wear mine in his memory. May his generous soul be at peace.


-- Post From My iPhone

Intriguing India

I have only been to India twice, for barely a week total. It is impossible for such a short time to reveal to one person much about a land so large and so teeming with people. But it is enough time to be intrigued by the place. It is enough time to meet very warm, very smart people. Enough time to see deep poverty next to my posh hotel. Enough time to marvel at the traffic. Enough time to want to go back.

This column by Anand Giridharadas captures some of my fleeting experiences. He is finishing six years in India writing for the NY Times, so he could draw conclusions and make pronouncements I'll never be able to make. So I am comforted that he instead is left with more questions than answers.