Today is my 63rd birthday. I won’t be celebrating much this weekend, but will be on call, officiating funerals, and trying like heck to get my overgrown lawn, saturated by spring rains, mowed at last. Anyway, I thought this occasion might provide a chance to help everyone here get to know the real me a bit better.
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Some things you might not know about Chaplain Mike…
John Denver songs still make him cry.
He is old enough to have had a Nehru shirt, to have worn dickeys under his shirts, to have had to abide by school dress code rules, to have worn a leisure suit, to have worn a powder blue tux and platform shoes, and to have had a pair of jeans held together by patches from the crotch to the knees.
He once thought being a faithful Christian meant he had to give up playing baseball.
Genealogical research suggests he might be related to the Martin Luther family.
He wishes his next car would be an electric vehicle, but he’d settle for a plug-in hybrid.
He didn’t like the Beatles much when he was a kid; he preferred the Dave Clark Five.
On HS graduation night, he crashed his girlfriend’s father’s car. Just before he was married, he crashed his fiancee’s father’s car. Once in downtown Chicago, he had a wreck while driving his sister-in-law’s car. A couple of years ago, he was in a crash with his wife’s car. For some reason now, women don’t like to let him drive their cars.
He thinks the book is always preferable to the movie.
He once dressed up in a Michael Bolton wig and sang “When a Man Loves a Woman” at a church Valentine’s Day banquet.
He remembers seeing the Beatles on Ed Sullivan, John F. Kennedy’s funeral, Hullabaloo, weekly episodes of Perry Mason, the Iowa girl’s high school basketball tournament (back when they played by “girls rules”), Dick the Bruiser on late night wrestling, and Dizzy Dean and Pee Wee Reese calling the Saturday Game of the Week.
He still tries to attend a reunion of his 8th grade classmates every year.
He thinks C.S. Lewis’s idea of “Joy” is one of the most insightful concepts ever propounded.
He once preferred Carole King’s rendition of “You’ve Got a Friend” (the greatest singer-songwriter ballad ever written, in his humble opinion) to that of James Taylor. His preference has changed over the years, but he still loves Carole’s version too.
So, for today, why don’t we listen to both of them both singing it? Here they are, with a song of tribute to all my fantastic Internet Monk friends.