Hey friends, I am so sorry this blog is so late. I know you have come to expect it by mid morning, and it is obviously way past mid morning. I really hope I haven’t contributed to any of you having a really bad day, or anything. I know you must all be awaiting this post with baited breath. I’m not sure I know what bated breath is but I’ve heard it said so many times it must mean something. However, I find it kind of strange that anyone would want baited breath, or baited anything else as far as that goes. I mean the only time I ever baited anything it usually stunk, and I’m not saying that you guys are waiting for my post with stink’n breath or anything like that. 

“Kent, get over your self.”

“What?”

“I said get over yourself, there is no body reading this thing who waits with great anticipation every morning, and if anything is stink’n it will because you have given them indigestion by even indicating that your blog falls into any category resembling Hines Ketchup, or the Carley Simon song.”

“Oh…man you really know how to bring a guy down.”    

OK, now that I am over myself, I want to pass on two things that have happened within the last twenty-four hours. One of them was a very nice conversation, while the other was an almost awesome, yet embarrassing happening.

Last night after I had set up my party spot at the Dr. Pepper Ballpark, I wandered back to the office for a few minutes before heading out to take care of my duties. Upon leaving the office I decided to stop by the JC Penny Founders Club, and grab a glass of iced tea to take with me. Standing just outside the entrance to the restaurant were two security personnel, and the restaurant hostess. Just as I said “Excuse me.” One of the security guys said, “Just ask Grumpy, he’ll tell ya.”

“I’ll tell ya what?”

“Where the water in the ocean came from.”

“It came from God.” I said

”See, I told you!”

Then the hostess spoke up. “But, where did it come from? The water I mean.”

“God spoke, and it happened,” I said.

“Well where did He come from?”

“He didn’t come from anywhere. He has always been here.”

“Well, how could He have always been here? That’s what I don’t understand.”

“Yes ma’am, I know it’s hard to understand, in fact I don’t understand it myself, but that’s where faith comes in. You have to believe that God is. If you don’t believe that God is and has always been, and that He didn’t come from anything, how do you think this all happened?”

“Well….I don’t know…I guess it all just happened.”

“Where did the matter come from to make it all happen?”

Now, her question to this question was kind of funny. “What’s matter?”

I know I must have smiled as I said, ‘’Dirt, matter is dirt. Where did it come from to make all this happen? Ma’am, it just seems easier for me to believe in a God who has always been, than to believe that dirt has always been and that this all just happened. You just have to have faith that God is.”

With that the security guy who had started all this spoke up again. “There, I knew Grumpy could tell you. I’ve been to his web-site.”

I must admit that I was taken back a little bit, but he continued by saying. “I noticed that your bucket hat had www.grumpysmith.com on it so I went there, and checked it out. That’s a good web-site ya got there Grump.” 

I thanked him as I went inside to get that glass of tea. I then went to my post knowing that one more person has been touched by what God is using me to do.

Now, for something that carries a lot less weight, and it is the reason this blog is late being posted today. I got to thinking about Jim and Carter last night, and I knew those dawgs would be on the number one tee at 7:00 this morning, and I was tempted beyond what I could handle. So there you have it folks, I chose golf over writing an early blog.

I played my first hole of golf in over a month and half this morning. I also set the stage on that first hole that would result in a thing of ugly. I know this doesn’t make much sense but I pared that thing. However I went completely to pot after that, either doubling, or tripling the next five holes. Which brings me to the par three, seventh at Plantation Golf Resort in Frisco, Texas. People, let me tell you, it is a knee knocker of a hole. There’s water between the tee and the hole. There’s water on the right side of the green, and there’s out-of bounds on the left side of the green.

After watching Carter leave his shot a little to the right, with us beg’n it not to go in the water, I stepped up to the tee and unleashed a near perfect six iron. All of a sudden you’d a thought Tiger was there because Carter starts yelling “GITINTHAHOLE!!!” The ball landed some three feet from the flagstick and bounded straight for the hole, at which time Jim started saying, “It went in, it went in!” Well…no it didn’t. The ball did hit the pin, but bounced off to the left of the hole about three feet. No hole in one, but it was a nice birdie. Guess what was going through my mind while all of this was happening. I was thinking how embarrassing it was going to be to have a framed score card mounted on my office wall displaying my first ever hole in one, while also displaying way to many “that’s the worst hole I’ve ever played in my life” holes.

Till next time,

Grump

Well folks it’s been a rough few days around here. I don’t mean I’ve had any tragedies or close calls. I mean I’m just about tired to the bone. BUT…that’s a good thing. As I have told you before I have my fingers in quite a few pies, and right now it seems all of them are in the oven. That is to say I’ve been a busy little boy for the last ten or twelve days. Yesterday morning at the beginning of my Bible class I told the attendees, “I’m moving so slowly that I just went into the men’s room and the motion activated lights didn’t even come on.”

Let me fill you in on a few exciting things I’ve discovered within the last few days. First, on Thursday evening while I was setting up the pool patio at the Dr. Pepper Ballpark I happened to be leaving the elevator as our public address announcer, John Clemens was waiting to go up to his booth. This happens pretty often, but this time John said, ”Kent why didn’t you tell me you had written a Christian book?” I fumbled and mumbled and finally came out with something like, “I don’t know.”

It turns out, John’s wife writes Christian book reviews, and he wanted to know if I would be interested in having her read it. …Well…course I do! During the game I got the chance to go to my car, and get a couple of books, and I delivered them to him in the booth. Then he asked if I knew Kerby Anderson? Sorry to say I don’t know Kerby Anderson, but that was the second time within the week that I had been asked if I knew him. So…do you think I might want to get to know this guy, Kerby?

Turns out Kerby Anderson is the radio host of Point of View, a nationally broadcast radio talk program which airs locally each day on 91.5 from 1:00-3:00pm. Below is a copy/paste from the opening page of www.pointofview.net 

 Point of View is a two-hour, issues-oriented live talk radio program heard daily nationwide. Kerby Anderson and the Point of View team cover the full spectrum of issues and current events that affect our faith, family, government, education, and basic freedoms from a Christian perspective. Point of View’s loyal listening audience thrives on the daily interviews and interaction with informative guests including authors, politicians, opinion leaders, conservative activists, and subject matter experts. 

I received an email from John Clemens yesterday, and he told me his wife has a copy of Everyday Christianity, and that he would be giving Kerby Anderson a copy today. (Monday) Please pray that Mrs. Clemens, and Kerby Anderson will be touched by the message of Everyday Christianity, and that they will become active in helping promote the book. 

It doesn’t stop there, friends. John also said “I can do an interview for IRN-USA Radio Network for my Christian Interest News segment any day at your convenience.” Please check out John and his program by clicking the following links. http://www.usareligiousnews.com  http://www.clemensreport.com

I am also a friend of Bryan Dodge. Brian is a nationally known speaker who helps corp. and businesses improve their business. He is also the author of The Good Life Rules published by McGraw Hill. The book sold its initial run of fifty thousand books six months ahead of company expectations. Please go to http://bryandodge.com to learn more about Bryan and what he does. One of the things you will find while visiting his site is that he also has a weekly radio show called  “Build a Better You” on Dallas/Fort Worth’s premier station, WBAP 820 AM. 

When I gave Bryan a copy of Everyday Christianity he said, “I will either be one hundred percent behind it or I won’t touch it.” After reading the book Bryan called me and said, “I am one hundred percent behind this book.” He went on to say, ”I will never forget Grumpy Smith, and I will be scheduling a time for you to come on my radio program.”

One final bit of news I learned over the weekend. I received a message on FackBook from a cousin-in-law, Kelley Clark. She said she had just gone to Mardel and bought the last copy Everyday Christianity on their shelf, and was looking forward to reading it. The thing is she lives in Lubbock so I asked her if she bought it at the Mardel in Lubbock? She said yes she did. That is great news; I didn’t know they were carrying it there. I did know that several of my friends from West Texas had read the book, but I didn’t know it was on the shelf there. Thank You, Lord.

I guess the only way to finish this is to ask for your prayers, and continued support. I am so thankful for each of you because I know that you have taken a personal interest in my ministry and me. Please contact everyone you know and ask them to follow my blog, and read Everyday Christianity.  

Till next time,

Grump

This has become a week that will be remembered for decades, maybe even a century, by people around the world, as the week the Icons died. We’ve lived through these times before. Every generation has to a certain degree. Our instant, and constant information on the events we now see unfolding may make the loss of our icons seem greater than the loss suffered by generations past.

The passing of Ed McMahon will effect a few of us in a more mature generation, but his death was quickly overshadowed by the death of Farrah.  Ed will be remembered by fans of the Johnny Carson show. He will be remembered by some who filled out that entry form religiously year after year expecting him to show up on their doorstep, and proclaim they had become a millionaire courtesy of the Publishers Clearing House. Farrah will be remembered for one quick flash of fame that began with a one-year stint on Charlie’s Angles. Her greater impression however, is one that could be summed up in the words of a country song, “A Boy Don’t Forget Something Like That.” The poster of her in that bathing suit will be remembered until her generation is gone. To later generations it is somewhat amusing that so many could have been effected by such a tame display.

No matter the impact of Ed, and Farrah, they will seem to be just a blip on the radar when compared to Michael Jackson’s death. Michael fits into a category open to only a few. He will be enshrined with the likes of Buddy Holly, Elvis, and John Lennon. They all play the part of change, and innovation in our cultural fabric. They do deserve our gratitude for the enjoyment we shared in their music. They deserve the rewards, and awards, that have come to them for being on top of their craft. However, that is where it should end, after all, they are just people.

I will be joined by a few people who will always remember another death this week. The death of a friend, the death of a confidant, the death of a brother in Christ, the death of Dale Boulter. Dale never achieved greatness as the world views greatness. He never stood on the world stage, he never changed a generation with his music, but he did touch lives. I read these words from my wife Paula written to Dale’s daughter Emily on her FaceBook page.

I have lots of memories of your dad, but these three stand out. 1-He pulled Miranda’s very first tooth at a DC basketball game. 2-When we first moved to DC, we lived in the country, and when Kent was gone, I was afraid. Dale told me to call him, and he would be at the house in ten mintues. 3-When we moved from the country to town, your dad had LOTS of pickups and men to help us. They all showed up at the same time, and our stuff was moved into our new house in less than an hour!!! What an amazing man!!

Yes, Dale Boulter was an amazing man. He was always smiling, always helping, always careing. He loved to sing, play 42, and eat. Yes, dale loved to eat which made him a big man. Too big for his own good at times. The thing is he knew that, and he worked on it. You know, I think one of the many attributes that makes a person great is knowing they have flaws. He knew the only way he was perfect was through Christ Jesus. I will  always remember Dale because he was just an ordinary man, just like me. 

Dale’s passing will impact me much more than the death of Ed, Farrah, or Michael. I will truly miss Dale. I haven’t seen Dale for quite a while now, maybe a year, but during that year I have looked at my phone and read a text message from him. “Gobble, Gobble” was the Thanksgiving note. Ho-Ho-Ho came a few weeks later. I’ll miss that.

Just now, just as I wrote those last words, it came to me why Dale was so large a man. He needed that much room for his loved filled heart.

Father, please give Myrna, Jim, Emily, and the rest of the family comfort as they struggle with losing Dale. Please help them celebrate his victory. One more request Father, when I get there please include Dale in my welcoming party.

Till next time,

Grump  

Yesterday was the fourth year in a row that Steve Brock and his fellow dad’s have spent the day on the pool party deck at the Dr. Pepper Ballpark in Frisco, Texas. I have been a part of every one of those days, and I am so thankful for that. I may be a little off on the facts, but as I understand it this is Steve’s way of celebrating his birthday. He celebrates with his kids and a group of other dad’s and their kids at the Ballpark.

Yesterday there were nine dads and I think seventeen kids. You should try counting a bunch of kids in a swimming pool; it’s right next to impossible. I think the only way to get it done accurately would be to take picture and count heads, and even then there might be one of them under water that you don’t see. Anyway, these guys have a great time of fun and fellowship with their kids and friends. This day is so special to this group of guys that Steve’s brother, who lives in Round Rock, makes the trip with his children every year.

There is always one man there who doesn’t have any kids of his own. His name is Brian. Brian is just a good friend of Steve’s and he loves the kids like they were his own. He also makes sure Steve leaves the ballpark with a gift that has been signed by everyone present. I even get to sign the gift, and have been included in some of the group photos that have been taken. I have signed a baseball, (that is not easy to do folks) a game jersey, a cap, and yesterday a broken bat that was used by Steve Murphy in last year’s game. Steve Murphy is now playing in Oklahoma City, with the Texas Ranger’s triple AAA team.

I think the thing that makes this day so special for me is that I get to see the very positive interaction of everyone involved. Every dad treats each young one as if he or she were his own. It is also refreshing to see a group of well-mannered kids, who say thank you, and yes sir. I had one nine or ten-year old girl come to me twice to tell me how good a cook I am. Another aspect I see is the love each man has for his family and friends. These are guys who really enjoy their kids. They genuinely enjoy being with them and being a part of their lives. The young know they are loved, and cared for.

I don’t want to leave a false impression because I have not mentioned any wives. These men are married and have happy relationships at home. However, this day is a dad’s day with his kids.

I want to finish by saying, thanks Steve, and all the rest of you men, for allowing me to be a part of your special day each year. I hope your example will shine out to others, and encourage them to be a larger part of their children’s lives.

One final note on yesterday’s experience at the Ballpark, I wish I knew the young ladies name that sang the National Anthem. She was amazing.  As I was putting my hat back on after the song was over I told JP, the usher standing next to me, “That may be the best National Anthem I have heard sang here in the last four years.” He said, “I agree.”  I watched the young lady walk up the steps and meet up with a group of family and friends, and I told JP, “I’ll be back in a minute, I have to go tell her what a great job she did.” I am so glad I took the time and effort to do that. She and her family lite up like the fourth of July when I told her how beautifully she had done.  Just seeing her eyes, and smile gave me a memory I will always remember.

Till next time,

Grump 

It seems that most mornings when I wake up I become aware of a song going through my head. It’s one of those things where a few words are stuck on rewind and the same words keep playing over and over. Most of the time it turns out to be a song I listened to the day before. I rarely listen to the radio because of all the talking and advertisements between songs, so if I listen to anything at all while driving during the day it‘s a cd of some sort. And, when I listen to a cd I tend to listen to it several times before changing to another. After doing that all day I will wake up the next morning hearing one of the songs I listened to the day before.

This morning I awoke with a song playing, but it wasn’t a song I listened to yesterday. I don’t even remember the last time we sang it at church. So I got to wondering where it had come from, or why am I conscious of that song this morning? Now to be honest I think a person can drive themselves crazy trying to find the answers to questions like that.  However, I do wonder if I get reminded by songs, sights, or even scents that I have a commitment to Lord, and I need to be aware of that for some special reason today?

This morning these words were playing in my head: Your only Son no sin to hide, but you have sent Him from Your side to walk upon this guilty sod and to become the Lamb of God. O Lamb of God, sweet Lamb of God, I love the holy Lamb of God, O wash me in His precious blood, My Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God. (Lamb of God words and music by Twila Paris, 1985)

 I’m not going to over analyze this in an effort to make it mean something it doesn’t, or turn it into one of those “WOW” moments, but I do believe that sometime today, if I will allow it too, that song may prevent me doing, or saying, or thinking something I shouldn’t. Could it be that the Spirit of God that indwells me has brought that specific song to my consciousness this morning so I’ll stand firm today when I am tempted to stray?

Till next time,

Grump  

Life as I have known it for fifty-three years has changed. Maybe I should have seen it coming, but somehow I missed it. Since I consider myself an ordinary man I just never really thought that I would be in the position that I realize I am now in. Oh yes, I’ve had a lot of friends laugh and talk about how they could one day say, “I knew Kent back when…” Or they would joke about how one day I would be too important to talk to them. I’ve always just laughed it off, and figured they were just fun’n me.

That is until yesterday. I was going about my daily activity at Chick-fil-A, bussing tables, getting drink refills for the customers, and just being the warm and charming guy that I so naturally am. The women always make comments about me being the cutest Chick-fil-A guy they have ever seen, while the men all want to know my secret. I thought everything was going just as planned, you know, my flying under the radar, trying to live as normal a life as possible given the fact that…well let’s just say that…wow, I don’t know how to put it so I’ll just leave it at that. I am trying to live as normal a life as possible.

But, it appears I will now be changing the way I live, and move about around town. You see this young lady walked into the Chick and immediately saw me, and her words were without question. She didn’t say are you? No she said with full confidence, “Your Kent Smith!” I knew instantly there was no reason to deny it, no way of making her believe that she was mistaken. I had to own up to fact that she was right.

I’ve put the first steps in motion to try and get my life back. I’ve checked into personal security matters. The company I’ve decided to go with recommended two 24/7-body guards. They also think I should get heavily tinted windows on my Corolla. The expectations are for the poparrattzie, (oops my spell check doesn’t recognize that word.) the papelratzze ( humm that doesn’t seem to ring a bell with my computer either) they  told me those annoying picture takers might show up at any minute.

After things went out of control at the mention of my name at the Chick, I was whisked away by a loyal member of my fan club,…ok,…it was me. Once I was safely back home I started putting things together, and realized how far behind the curve I really am.  I have been under surveillance at my own house for a couple of weeks. I thought it strange when three ducks, one female, and two male mallards showed up in my front yard a couple of weeks ago, but I honestly thought they had some kind of illicit somethin or nother going on and had been cast from the flock over at the golf course. Then there’s the thing about the two rabbits that have been hang’n in the back yard. I thought I had caught them peep’n in the breakfast nook window the other morning, and then I swear I saw one of them with a pair of binocks. How could I have not put all this together?

Once I had taken the time to digest all of this I knew I had to start parking in the garage so the ducks out front, and rabbits in the back wouldn’t know when I was leaving the house.    But, even that is too late. As I opened the door of the car after closing the garage using the remote door closer, I caught a movement in my peripheral vision. There he was up in the corner. He was wearing the perfect camo, and blended in flawlessly with the dirty off white paint on the interior walls of my garage, a sneaky little gecko. I may have missed him altogether had it not been for the men in black sunglasses, and the fact that he was talking into the sleeve of his cheep hotel curtain jacket.

Well that did it for me. I have placed a call for Tiger, and I expect his response soon. I have also sent an email marked urgent to Paris Hilton, and Brittany Spears. I am quite sure they can give me some insight into how to handle my newfound fame. I thought about contacting TomKat, but I really think he might be a little too far off his rocker to help me out, so I’ve called Ozzie instead. 

“…What?”  “Whad da ya mean wake up?”

Oh, well turns out it was just a bad dream. I really am the same ole ordinary man I’ve always been, but the young lady was real, and she said what I said she said. “Your Kent Smith.” Then she continued, “we used your book in our small group study down at Prestoncrest church of Christ, and I just want to tell you how much we enjoyed it. By the way, Taylor Jackson is your biggest fan.” That might be because Taylor took the photo on, and designed the cover for Everyday Christianity.

Yesterday in my blog I told you about a couple of guys who had been touched by the things I  had said or written, and today I have told you about a young lady who was touched by my book. She also told me that she reads this blog everyday, so, Andrea Reynolds, thanks for introducing yourself to me yesterday, and giving me an “atta-boy.”

To God Be The Glory!

Till next time,

Grump

“Now let’s face it….” For the most part I think it can be safely said that most conversations that have those words in it are not all that pleasant. Those words usually make us face up to something that we would just as soon not think about. This time those words were a prelude to something that got worse….and then much better.

Saturday as I was setting up the table for my book singing at Mardel in Frisco, I was very happy to see a small crowd begin to gather. I had just finished stacking the books on the table, after putting my tablecloth on it. I have a tablecloth made for a six-foot table. It drapes over the table and reaches the floor on the front as well as on both ends.  On the front it has the words, Grumpy Smith, Just An Ordinary Man. I also have a director’s chair that I use that has GRUMPY embroidered on the back. I didn’t bring the other chair Saturday. It is identified as NOT GRUMPY. Standing just over my right shoulder was a seven-foot tall standing banner that has a picture of Everyday Christianity, and me.

One of the folks who gathered said “hey, your that guy from the church on McDermott Road aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Wow, I heard you preach there, and I gotta tell you,…hey guys, (to the other three or four people standing there,) this guy can preach. I couldn’t believe it. We were visiting there one Sunday morning and someone got up and said Kent Smith is going to be speaking to us this morning, and then you got up, and I said to myself ‘oh no, this is going to be boring.’”

“Well thanks a lot.”

“No, no, wait.” (And here it came.)  “Now let’s face it, you’re no spring chicken, so when I saw you walk up there I just figured we were in for a boring lesson, but man that changed before you were a minute in. I loved it. Guys, I’m telling you, this guy can preach. He is awesome!”

And with that, he was gone. I was smiling from ear to ear as a woman standing there handed a book to me and asked me to sign it for her. Here’s the thing friends, the last time I preached at McDermott Road was August 10, 2008. That was over ten months ago. Thank you Lord for giving me a shot of “atta-boy.” After all, You know better than anyone that my number one love language is approval.

About an hour later, I looked up to see a man flanked by two girls walking straight toward me. He appeared to be a man on a mission, so I quickly ran through my self-preservation mode to determine whether or not I should start running the other way. Did I cut anyone off in traffic this morning? No. Have I recently told a woman I didn’t know that she was one sexy beast? No. Have I told anyone that their mother was three dog ugly? No.  By the time I had gone through my list he was smiling and extending his hand to me.

“Hi Kent, I’m Preston Belt.”

“Well I’ll be dog, Preston Belt. What in the world are you doing here?”

“I’m in town helping my son Murdock move into his new house. He runs the music department here, and I saw that you were going to be here and I had to meet you face to face.”

Preston and I have been FaceBook friends for a few months now. I think I may have hooked up with him through one of my cousins, but I don’t know that for sure. At any rate, I have enjoyed reading his comments on the home page of FaceBook He’s a farmer type guy from Lockney, Texas. I appreciate the down to earth kind of guy he is, and was pleased to have him walk up to me and introduce himself. He and his girls, Sarah and Elizabeth, took me over to meet Murdock his son. It was such a pleasure for me. 

It turned out to be a great day, and the folks at Mardel were pleased with the number of books we were able to sell. As I was gathering my stuff to leave, Murdock came over to say bye. He told me, “I am so glad dad got to meet you, he thinks you are awesome, and I tell ya, coming from my dad, that really means something.”  He went on to tell me that Preston reads my blog everyday and just feels like we are the same kind of people.

Well, what can I say folks. I had two of the best “atta-boys” I have ever had Saturday. I found out that two men I had never met before have been touched me. God is answering my prayer that He uses me to help others through the gift He blessed me with. To God Be The Glory!

“Father, continue to use me as you see fit. Please open the door of opportunity so I can share with more people, and impact more lives for You. Father, I ask You to put Everyday Christianity into the hands of someone today who needs to read it. I ask You to use this blog to Your glory today, so that someone may be touched, and brought closer to You. Father, please provide me with places to speak, so I can use my talent to strengthen Your children.”   

Till next time,

Grump

1. It’s amazing that we live in a country where the President gets called on the carpet by PETA, for killing a fly, yet thousands of babies are killed everyday by way of abortion. WHAT?!!!

1. It’s funny in a way that people will advertise by putting their name and contact information all over their car, and then give someone the single finger salute as they mouth obscenities toward another driver they feel has done them wrong. WHAT?!!!

1.  Does a person’s word mean anything anymore? Last night a local businessman spent (educated guess) around two grand to host an information, and thank you event at the Dr. Pepper Ballpark in Frisco. He was a little disappointed and hurt to realize that forty-seven folks had RSVP’d they would attend, yet only three showed up. WHAT?!!!

1. Can you believe some of the suggestive messages emblazoned across the tee shirts people ware these days? WHAT?!!!

1. I remember a time not so long ago that men who used four letter words refrained from doing so in front of women. During the Rider’s last home stand I heard two different women use the F-Bomb during the course of a normal conversation. WHAT?!!!

1. Donte’ Stallworth a wide receiver in the NFL was given thirty days in jail after he pled guilty for killing a man while driving drunk. WHAT?!!!

1.  Two towns in Northern California have banned military recruiters from contacting minors. WHAT?!!!

Till next time,

Grump

This is looking to be a very busy day, and that’s a good thing. I will be heading out in a few minutes to have breakfast with the folks at the Frisco Senior Center. I have been asked to give a Father’s Day address to the group. I am really looking forward to it, and I’ll also have a few copies of Everyday Christianity on hand, just in case someone wants to buy one.

Later I’ll spend a couple of hour’s glad-handing the patrons at the Chick-fil-A at 121 & Preston in North Plano. I always have a good time there. I’ll be doing my best to make sure the folks are glad they chose the Chick for lunch. Later I’ll be hanging out at the Dr. Pepper Ballpark in Frisco, where I’ll be hosting fifty or sixty folks on the party deck down the third base line. If you haven’t noticed let me bring something to your attention,

everything I will be doing today will be with people having a good time.

The senior citizens who go to the Senior Center are a very active bunch, and they are full of energy. The center itself is a beautiful building built specially for senior citizens. It has a nice reading library. They have a card room, and a craft room. In short it’s just a place for active folks to come and socialize, a place where they can get together to do things for one another. Last week I even got to sing with their singing group as they practice for their upcoming Fourth of July event.

As for Chick-fil-A I just want to let you know that people leave our place happy. If they aren’t, its not because we didn’t do everything we could to make them feel that way. I overheard a conversation a few weeks ago where one person asked the others at his table, “When did Chick-fil-A become a full service restaurant?” I had to smile, because that’s what I’m there for. At our place you won’t find a cashier leaning on the register chewing gum, and yawning as they ask “Whatdauwant?”  A lot of my friends from years past would expect to hear that from me, but they don’t know me now.

And finally, what better way to finish the day than at the Ballpark? It is an absolutely beautiful ballpark complete with food and entertainment fit for the entire family. We have a number of party decks designed for large group get-to-gathers, where a lot of folks don’t even know there is a game going on. That’s ok with us as long as they are having a good time. I promise, if you leave the Dr. Pepper Ballpark in a bad mood, you may need to consider getting some professional help. J

Well, I gotta go. I know this blog is pretty well worthless today. I know it doesn’t offer anything profound or earth shaking, but hey, even Super Man needs to kick back every now and then.

Till next time,

Grump