Best Game you can name

Brett Hull is St. Louis hockey legend who was honored with much clapping, cheering, and yelling of "lace them up Brett we need you," a phrase that becomes less humorous each time it is yelled from a distance where said retired hockey can't possibly hear you.  Indeed on  Tuesday,  Blues fans united to celebrate the golden era of Brett Hull hockey.  I don't remember a lot about Brett's Hockey career but I do remember that if he was at his best when he skated down the edge of the rink, made a sharp turn slightly before the red line, hit the turbo, held the shoot button as his momentum carried him across the front of the goal, then released before the goalie could recover.  No one could do that like Brett.

It was fun to see a lot of former players stop by the Scottrade Center to honor Brett Hull's inclusion into the Hall of Fame.  The current Blues played a good game themselves and snapped a four game home losing streak.

Still the real story of the night was Brett Hull a small lad from Belleville, Ontario who came from a humble background and went on to becoming the ambassador of fun.

Special thanks to Dan Worth for inviting me along to the good old hockey game.

JAM day

Today we had a jam day which stand for Journaling and Meditation or something like that.   While this once a frequent experience for residents of St. Louis MVS these events have become few and far between.  Many people point to former MVS'er Amanda Maust as leading the opposition to this powerful chance for MVS'ers to reflect on their time in MVS, think about the direction they want the rest of the year to take, and generally enjoy the company of their fellow MVS'ers.  We may never know why Amanda made it her personal vendetta to eliminate Jam days.  However, we do know that we thoroughly enjoyed experiencing a JAM day and want to especially thank Pastor Samuel for leading our morning session.

Dave Herholtz: lasagna making prodigy

Dave Herholtz, member of St. Louis Mennonite Fellowship and MVS Support Committee member, may be the world's greatest lasagna maker. He and his wife Quincy recently invited the MVS'ers over for supper last Saturday.  As we (well the half of our unit who aren't vegetarians) were about to dig in Dave casually mentions that this is the first lasagna he's ever made.  As we ate it became apparent that Dave had natural ability, some latent skill in the art of pasta creation that was just waiting to be tapped.  Friends, I tell you the truth there is no way someone makes a lasagna that tasty on the first try unless they are a prodigy.  I'm still at a loss for how he found the perfect blend of cheeses to accompany the ideally seasoned beef and still managed to have the pasta impeccably cooked.  At a certain point though my head was spinning, I had to stop and accept that, though it defied logic, I was in the presence of a lasagna making legend who had yet to grasp his own genius.  Will he continue to be a dominate creator of lasagna or will he like many other prodigies be unable to live up to the lofty expectations that his early work created?  Only time will tell and we as MVS'ers only hope we will be invited back to their household to find out.