Washington DC

was incredible. I'm going to attempt to capture the experience in words. My "old" writing teacher - that's ok to use, I asked him, and besides, he calls himeself old - always said, "show them, don't tell them." I'll never forgot the first time he said that, and it stuck.

I had turned in a paper about my Grandmpa Caswell -- our task was to write about an important parson in our lives. Well, I figured it was a top-notch, slam-dunk essay However, the mark-ups on those poor pages proved otherwise!!

After two days of sobbing - KIDDING! - I kept trying. And, I think I learned a think or two from that "old" guy!

For the record, prof who owned those mark-ups knew, I think, what a great guy Grandpa was. He's distantly related to my gramps.

Grampa was that one who taugh me to drive. What a hero, right? I think so.

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Anyhow, like I said, DC was awesome. I went with a non-profit organization called Foods Resource Bank (FRB) FRB's mission statement is "A Christian Response to World Hunger."

Trufhully, I hadn't given much thought to the way we as a country go about combeting world hunger. We, the most powerful nation in the world, give so much in terms of food aid to other countries. People have food to eat because of the United States. That's a Christian response.......right?

Well, yes...and no.

Stay tuned!

'Emeging' from the Metro near Captitol Hill. By Thursday, the last day, I was begging to understand how it works!