There’s a quote from Jason Robard’s character, Frank Buckman in the 80s movie Parenthood, that’s been on my mind a lot lately. He says, speaking of parenting, “There is no end zone. You never cross the goal line, spike the ball and do your touchdown dance. Never.” When my children were young I couldn’t appreciate the weight of that simple analogy. Years later, those words have crashed into my soul with the power of a tsunami, time and time again.
For as long as I’ve attended concerts, those passes hanging around the necks of stage crews, production techs, security and other concert officials have always intrigued and beckoned me: Getting to go “behind the scenes” where so few are allowed, flashing your badge like it’s on loan from the FBI to allow you access to coveted information, famous artists, and the “inside” scoop.
Tim Hawkins pretty much sums up my feelings about Chick-Fil-A. If you’ve never listened to his song, you must do so (after reading the rest of this post!). One of the amazing things about Chick-Fil-A […]