I have a wonderful picture I took from Chris's first football game. (Yes, the same Chris I was pushing in a wheelchair four months ago.) It's a picture of my 5'3" 7th grader, a cornerback, close to the line of scrimmage to guard the 6'4" 7th grade wide receiver from Mann Middle School. In the back of the picture you can see that help is on the way: his friend, a 4'10" safety, is running over to assist. - - - - I was in New York City Tuesday and saw more limos than there are cars in Abilene. Turns out the heads of state of 160 countries are in NYC for the U. N. session. That might explain why I couldn't find a hotel room anywhere. Actually, I did learn that there were rooms in the $500-1200/night range. How can so many people pay so much for a hotel room? (Thanks to our friends there who put me up Tuesday evening!) While I was there, I got to meet Ira Lester Hays, the younger brother of Sophia and the son of Joe and Laura Hays. So many of you have been praying for him. Ira has spent his whole life in NICU at Children's Hospital in Upper Manhattan. He probably thinks that's what every baby does. His parents, in their faithful love, are heroes of mine. All this happened just after they planted a church in Brooklyn. Many prayers continue that little Ira's lungs will continue to develop. - - - - I found out that Laura shares a passion of mine: Kudo bars. And we both agree that the chocolate chip Kudo bars are by far the best, but NO ONE carries them anymore. They are nowhere around here, and she can't find them in Brooklyn. Two confessions. First, I found a grocery store in Malibu that carries the chocolate chip bars. So I bought the five boxes they had and carted them back to Abilene. Apologies to my friends at Pepperdine. Second, I have at times, in desperation, bought a "variety pack" just to get the three choc chip bars. I set the others out for Chris to eat. The whole "don't-cast-your-pearls-to-swine" thing. If any of you out there in blogdom know where chocolate chip Kudo bars can be purchased, Laura and I would like to know. I don't know about her, but I am willing to pay a handler's fee for anyone who can supply me. So . . . is this what an addiction looks like? - - - - I just joined the world of podcasts, subscribing to the NPR "Most E-Mailed Stories." It was wonderful catching up to stories from the last week on my trip to NYC.