It’s always a pleasure to receive a note from a reader. (Well, almost always.) The email I received last week was no exception; the reader was quite engaging, even as she took me to task for what she called a “blatant untruth” in my last column.
The statement in question: “No matter who we are, where we come from, or what we believe, we all hold Christmas sacred.”
My daughter’s curled up on the sofa under three blankets, with Arthur the cat on her feet. She’s home sick today. So am I. But for me, “home” is synonymous with “office,” and I’m sitting at my computer, head in my hands.
Well, I’ve just had an adventure. This past weekend, while the rest of you were speculating on the future of the GOP, shaking your heads over the David Petraeus scandal, watching college football, and doing your best to avoid Christmas music before Thanksgiving, I was being initiated into a somewhat notorious sisterhood.
I don’t know how to start this piece. I’m hoping to share some wisdom I recently picked up, but it’s almost too fresh. I haven’t had time to mull it over properly. Or test it for accuracy. I’m not even sure I can put it into words. But, hey – that never stopped me before. So here goes . . .
In the heart of new urbanist Habersham, The Bible Student is asking some age-old questions.
Interview by Margaret Evans
“Infectious Enthusiasm” and “Scary Smart.” Those are the two phrases that keep cycling through my mind as I sit talking with Randy Coy about his new venture, The Bible Student, which opens at Habersham on Saturday, Oct 27th, in the middle of Harvest Festival. That’s right: There in the hustling, bustling Habersham Marketplace – along with the food and the music and the hayrides and the costume contest – a place called The Bible Student will make its debut. Seems unusual, doesn’t it? Well, from what I can glean, there’s nothing “usual” about Randy or the new business he’s opening with his daughter Kristin. In fact, I’m not even sure “business” is the right word. The one thing I am sure of? I’m intrigued.
You can probably guess what I’m itching to write about this week. I’m just dying to get into it. But I know better, so I shall resist. I’ll practice self-control. I will not succumb to pride or pettiness or schadenfreude or any other base human emotions currently on display throughout Facebook Nation. I will “be the change I want to see.”