I didn't really go out on a limb with my pick this year. I have the Tar Heels. But at least I'm in the final four. It goes back to my first preaching ministry in Wilmington, NC. The state is hoops crazy. But when you have UNC, NC State, Duke, and Wake Forest (all of whom got in the 64 this year . . . along with UNC-Charlotte), there is good reason to be unreasonable about college basketball. Plus, there was that time we met Michael Jordan in the parking lot of the mall in Wilmington . . . . When was the last time there were so many incredible games in the quarterfinals? I had nothing at stake in the Michigan State/Kentucky game -- not particularly liking either of them (probably knowing they'd be playing UNC), but that was a great game. Had a good, exhausting time at the Tulsa Workshop this weekend. The nice thing about the Friday night keynote is that you could bomb and people would think it was a great night. They've already been worked into a frenzy by Keith Lancaster and Jerome Williams! Met lots of people from this blog community there. So glad you came up to visit. Back to Megan's grave yesterday morning. Our 11th Easter to be there, but only the second time with snow on the ground. This year we were joined by the Bourland family and afterward went to Brody's grave. I hurt for them as I think of the long journey of grief ahead. But they are amazing people with a strong extended family. Later today, time to start cranking up for "Stream in the Desert."