Twenty Years

We got into St. Thomas at seven this morning and walked off not knowing what to expect. It's a small island and it feels smaller — tucked away, unhurried. People wanted our business but nobody put anything in our faces about it. We rode a gondola up to a lookout and stood there a while … Continue reading Twenty Years

Day Three

Somewhere on day three I started itching to get back after it. Nothing was wrong. That's the strange part. We'd eaten well and slept in and laid around and seen genuinely beautiful things, and I was lying there feeling lethargic and vaguely dissatisfied about something I couldn't point at. It took me a while to … Continue reading Day Three

Two-Thirds Down The Page

We missed a kayak rental this morning because of something printed on a piece of paper in our room. It was there. That's the part I want to say first, because it would be easy to write this as a complaint and the complaint isn't honest. The information was in our stateroom, in a packet, … Continue reading Two-Thirds Down The Page

Running On Fumes

My wife and I met at a church where the preaching was worth showing up for. It was a place where scripture was treated as something you could work through — where God was rational and supernatural at the same time and nobody made you choose. The community was real. We were known there. That's … Continue reading Running On Fumes

Left Click Or Right Click

This week I spent fifteen minutes finding a bug. Records were dropping out of a data pipeline somewhere between where they started and where they were supposed to land, and nobody could say where. Finding it meant tracing the path through somewhere between twelve and fifteen thousand lines of code. I could do that by … Continue reading Left Click Or Right Click