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December 06, 2008
> 9:02 PM
more 6 degrees Yeah, that's right, more 6 degrees of separation, so what? It was fun last time - most comments I've had in a while. I started thinking about some names from here and there in my past. Here are three men I have met, or known somehow, in person - one degree baby - that means two for many of you. Don't you feel special. I've got a few more, but lets go three at a time, OK? OK.    They are pictured alphabetically by last name so I won't offend anyone - ha! Ah, let me start at the beginning: It was a slow day in the store. We had recently moved from a smaller location across the street. I was holding down the fort alone that afternoon when two men came strolling in to browse. I think I saw him before he came in with his friend - then - yes, sure enough, Albert Finney! Holy crap! This guy is big - not just your run of the mill TV star or something - this was Ebenezer Scrooge! This was Daddy Warbucks! And, of course, many other great characters. He was in jeans, dressed very casually. I let them have their space and when the opportunity arose, I asked, "so, what brings you to Lexington Mr. Finney?" He was very pleasant, very nice, responding that he was visiting a friend who had a horse farm locally. I now almost always refer to him as "my buddy Albert Finney." Many of you will not recognize the next striking figure. When I was involved in a small charismatic church here in Lexington, we used to have a visiting preacher from time to time. He was the Pastor of a very small store-front church in Charleston, West Virginia - an extremely dynamic preacher. He was dearly loved by the congregation. When he came, I was usually responsible for seeing to his needs, which weren't many, so we talked. He wont' remember me now but we met many times and hugged and even ate dinner together at least once. Once he was in rare form and prophesied over me, holding me tightly after he had already sweated through three layers of suit, until my knees buckled and I hit the floor. Bishop T. D. Jakes - you've likely heard of him now. Oh, and he tried to counsel my wayward Pastor, at one time, after he had committed adultery and was trying to split the church up. His counsel was not followed unfortunately. I'm not a big proponent, these days, of the kind of charismatic business I was a big part of some time ago. That's not to say I don't believe much of it is legitimately a part of the Christian life. Anyway, from what I saw of the man up close, what I heard, and what I hear from time to time now, I may not totally agree with him but I do have a respect for him. Some of you won't understand that, but oh well. Consistency, I think, and from all I ever knew, integrity. I have to shorten these stories. Lefty Kreh is the next on the list. Most of you won't know who Lefty is from Adam. He's a pretty famous American Fly Fisherman. He's helped develop new ways to cast, to build rods, new flies, etc. for a few decades now. Once upon a time a friend and I went to fish the famous waters of South Central Pennsylvania - the Letort Spring Run and Yellow Breeches Creek. As we pulled up to hit the Letort for the first time it was like - well, like sneaking into the Grand Ole Opry to play your music when nobody's there - except - today - all the characters we had read about in books, etc. were there, having a picnic, right there! We were at Charlie Fox's house (yeah, I know you don't know him either, but anyway...) and they were there! Lefty, Ed Shenk, old Charlie, Bob Clouser, and who knows who else. Through an odd series of events that day, we ended up meeting a great old guy named Jack Hunter - who invited me to come to the picnic (of The Letort Regulars) the next year. So, hell yes, I drove 8.5 hours to fish and hang out with legendary fishermen! I sat and talked to Lefty on the banks of the Letort, listening to him tell dirty jokes and talk about the old days. Good stuff. The next day I caught a gorgeous 16" Brown Trout upstream of Charlie's house at Bonny Brook. That's a great memory. So much for shortening the stories. I had three more up there but I'll save them for the next installment. Peace. Labels: church, fishing, fun stuff, personal 0 Comments:| permalink | e-mail me | 
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