Getting to the Good Stuff: But First, This…
So I get an email late yesterday from the person who was suppose to tend to the logistics this morning in Wytheville and possibly to introduce me. Should I be prepared to introduce myself?
I was talking with somebody recently about introductions and bios for someone of my certain age. I reminisced how easy it was filling out a job application just after high school. It read…
I was a hall monitor.
Ah well. I will be inflicting my verbiage on an audience in Hatcher Auditorium at the Presbyterian Church–appropriately on Church Street, where one, then another major denomination have their columned buildings side by side, and our son asked at age three “Daddy, why isn’t there just one church and everybody goes there?”
The last time I was in this particular auditorium was to listen to our daughter deliver her sixth-grade prize-winning essay on a topic none of us can quite remember. Before that, there was a boring speaker. Today, that’d be me–the necessary evil friends and family must endure to get to the good stuff.
I have sketched out a basic framework within which to channel my remarks, with the assumption that there will be a higher-than-average number of writers in the group, including the prize winners who will be reading their pieces (I think.)
Beyond that, I’ll hope there are some good questions from the audience to twig into discussions worth having. If not, they’ll be more necessary evil until my time is up.
Should be interesting!