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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Noel 2007 blog

[boxing day]

Oh, I am so too very tired that almost the first time ever I went back to bed and back to sleep this morning. Christmas Eve? Don't ask. Christmas Day?

Excellent dinner (turkey, dressing/stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, cran, gb casserole, rolls and butter, Noel 2007creamed onions, olives, mixed veggies, mince pie (baked by Richard) with brandy. California chardonnay, some kind of vin de France, red wine of some type.

Good company (Patti, Floyd, Miriam, Richard, Carla, me, Ava April, Copper Queen, Dakoda, Easter Angel, Nikki, Spirit of 2004, Tigar).

No church...no PM, Cruiser or AM... I don't know how I'll return to Paradise another time. I thought Carla would be driving back and I didn't make a reservation on the Socialist (or on any other) Airline.

This afternoon we met Jim and Cheryl at the Humane Society so they could meet, greet and drive home with Kino, their new pup they just happened to meet serendipitously.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Friday 5: What Are You...

ReverendMother actually was early with (for me, tomorrow's) Friday 5, so for the first and probably the last time as long as I'm still living way out Left, I'm playing early. EARLY!

PS The time of ReverendMother''s blog reads Friday morning @ 9:52.

Friday Five: What Are You...

1. Wearing

Long sleeve cotton sweater with wide yellow and 3 blues stripes; Cherokee stonewashed blue painter jeans; black flipflops.

2. Pondering

Life's meaning and purpose, direction and detours, and especially discerning the meaning the purpose and the direction of my ministry in the very near and medium-term future.

3. Reading

Trying to read through the Dead Sea Scrolls to prepare to see the exhibit--in seminary I took a semester-long course on the DSS but still don't know the content. I'm also digging into some books on typography and graphic design.

4. Dreaming

First I'll mention the atypical for me several weeks-long series of dreams of being with people I don't spend much time with and never being able to reach wherever I'm going; for daydreams, a world on Fire with the Holy Spirit!

5. Eating

Nothing at this very moment—I had dinner at Souplantation/Sweet Tomatoes for a sort of local Young Life or maybe it was a generic youth group benefit this evening. I especially enjoyed the clam chowder and baked potato--on the potato I did the whole enitre Mexican salsa-condiment thing.

Friday, February 09, 2007

American Idols Friday 5

Another Friday 5 from the RevGals, appropriately posted on one of my city blogs.


American Idols! I've never watched the show, but I know of Kelly Clarkson and love her singing "Breakaway" (Avril Lavigne is so good) and "Because of You." True I have a degree in classical piano and organ performance and love attending symphony, but my casual radio listening almost always tends to current pop and oldies, so within the usual guidelines of Friday Five, I'll take my own twist on today's 5.

1) If I could sing like anyone, it would be Jewel Kilcher.

2) I would love to sing the songs "Absence of Fear" by the aforementioned Jewel and "Faces in the Wind"—the only version I know is by Karla Bonoff; music by Craig Safan..

3) It would be really cool to sing at the local 4th and B.

4) If I could sing a dream (duet) trio it would be with Robin and Linda Williams, the song, Don't Let me Come Home a Stranger. You need to scroll down the page for the lyrics.

5) If I could sing on a TV or radio show, it would be the theme song written and composed by me for my own future production of Adventures in Reformation Theology, since that's the kind of topic people always ask me about, so why not go public, esp given the intense popular interest.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Feline Friday Five

Badda Bing Badda Boom Friday Five

Today's Friday 5 is so fun! I challenged myself to play without peeking at anyone else's answers. Since I'm way out on the Left Coast, a lot of Fridays I don't play until later than everyone else, and today isn't an exception :((

This time I'm actually trying not to be my usual formally theological self...
F5, short and sweet.

The questions are simple, the answers unlimited. Go!
Who: My former neighbors, Lisa, Al and their two kids;

What: my decision to adopt their young brown tabby boy cat they'd found in an alley and named "Alley";

When: almost 5 years ago, during spring 2002;

Where: from their house to my house;

Why: they claimed he was outrageously aggressive; I thought he was gorgeous and full of potential--(hey, I need to take some pics and get them online soon!);

Bonus: How: making a deal with them I'd go 50/50 with the cost of his neutering; Lisa brought him to me together with his dishes, some food and a cat bed;

My self-defined extra bonus: So what? since I already had Pumpkin Marigold, an orange tabby girl cat I usually called "PM," I renamed my new adoptee, keeping Alley as the first part of his name and adding a middle name beginning with "M" so I could have both AM and PM. His middle name? Malibu, after the strip beach not far away from the Central Artery in Boston and not the more illustrious California beach of the same name. AM has grown up to be amazing, affectionate and very large!

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Summer's Sandals

starstruck hibiscus garlands
decorating orange sandals
enhanced by windchimes’ breeze of the Spirit
surprised me with a burst of hope

sandals! icon of summer's freedom
symbol of discipleship’s unshod liberty:
wear sandals

La Jolla Cove on summer weeknights
De Anza Cove for Fridays
sprinkled by airborne mist
in the company of seagulls
treading sand, tripping across baptismal rocks
we follow the Rock and our Rock is Christ
who named Simon Rocky Peter
who names us friends and servants

Rocky Mountain Low

Fresh fall of Rocky Mountain powder
Very Dry Day
California dreaming...of California
from a blizzard balcony

end o'day caramel slag
Pride's Crossing
Proud's Lossing
proud losing
Mountainy Rocks dusted with freshly fallen snow
Intermountain Westward dreaming
reassembling
Seven illustrated Canyons of Salt Lake City
Protégé's prodigious Nautical Décor
Unfolding unusual Energy

Friday, June 02, 2006

California2 in LiveType

I'm cross-posting this from this far by faith, where I've been posting a lot of my stuff from Design School, since school always qualifies as part of my Journey in Faith.


Friday, March 17, 2006

Bostonians

You might be a Bostonian if...

• You think of Philadelphia as the deep south.
• You think there are only 25 letters in the alphabet (no R).
• You think three straight days of 90+ degrees is a heat wave.
• All your pets are named after Celtics Hall-of-Famers.
• You refer to 6 inches of snow as a dusting.
• Just hearing the words New York puts you in an angry frenzy.
• You know the significance of 1918.
• Your favorite adjective is wicked.
• You think 63 degree ocean water is warm.
• You still can't bear to watch highlights from game 6 of the 1986 World Series.
• You believe using your turn signal is a sign of weakness.
• You don't realize that you talk twice as fast as everyone else.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Lifestyle Ambience, Fall 2005

Recently I came across this collection of recollections; as you can tell by the reference to Salt Lake City, it is rather old!
Buzz. Statement of Mission: No mission. It's the year of the goose. [1995 was a Year of the Goose in the Canadian Zodiac, so that’s probably when I compiled this.]
It's the year of the one-of-a-kind love affair [from the Spinners 1973 album, The Spinners]. Or is it? I wonder.
Early morning breakfasts: Guess who's coming to
Breakfast.
IMAGE     IMAGE     IMAGE     IMAGE     IMAGE
Sunstream. A slow sunstream on an early morning, on an early summer in the city [#1 hit from 1966] morning.
A sundance, a raindance, all in clay animation.

Take a risk!
Here's a Hug

Things are gonna get easier
Things'll get brighter
Some day
We'll get it together and we'll get it all done
Some day
When your head is much lighter
Some day
We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Some day
When the world is much brighter [1970, from the Windy City’s Stairsteps]

In Salem we had UCC ladybugs and Federal architecture. And the Salem Tab – a tabernacle!
In Salt Lake we have no bugs and Early Mormon architecture. And The Tabernacle.

We have our hope set on the Living God
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight, Time Passages [Al Stewart, 1978]
Home is Shelter. Where is home?

Who was Saint Bavo? I don't seem to be able to ask anyone who knows.

In my entire time I've learned only one thing:
If money is making money, someone is being exploited.
And that's an important thing to know.

You said you'd give me life, but you never told me about the fire.

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Creativity!

summer
Photoshop assignment 3
From an old ad about one of my favorite activities...
oh, yeah,...I'm definitely a grown-up person in the visual arts!

In the beginning...a small bell chimed

Creativity! It chimes like a small clear bell at the heart of the human spirit.

Remember the first time you spoke to the world from a piece of shirt cardboard?

Chances are we made some of that board for you...

Now that the quality of your message has changed, however,
you really should know more about some of our professional products.

...for all kinds of grown-up people in the visual arts.

Columbia 1776 Illustration Board
Way back in the days of routine mechanical layout and paste-up, for a lot of projects I used Letraset's (and other manufacturer's) dry transfer letters, while persistently referencing Pantone and Crayola © colors.

For several years I've gradually been updating my graphic art skills so that in this era of computerized graphics maybe some day I'll be as proficient at art on the puter as I am at freehand and mechanical art—at least as expert as I've become with word processing and spreadsheets.

The very first graphic design app I worked with was Pagemaker; among other things, since then I've learned some Dreamweaver, and Adobe's Creative Suite remains my most important project. In my quest for expertise, a couple years ago I took a semester-long course in Photoshop; this summer I'm enrolled in a fast-paced Illustrator class and I'll have a couple of sessions looking at InDesign, which I need to pursue more next fall. And finally, I've learned a very limited amount of Flash.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

cityfence

Now that I have DSL plus image-hosting, I can post some pics! However, since I've scanned only a few dozen, it looks as if more scanning or a digital camera needs to be in my near future. Since this is a cityblog, my first image is a cityfence:


cityfence

Saturday, July 16, 2005

San Diego Padres at Petco Park

Petco Park
Beach Towel Night!

In another expression of Americanism, Friday evening [since this'll stay on this blog for untold ages, the date was yesterday, 15 July 2005] again I attended another winning game at San Diego's extraordinarily state-of-the-art Petco Park. Amazingly, it was Beach Towel Night, so I arrived home with my awesome Padres towel that folds up into its own bag.

San Diego Padres 10, Arizona Diamondbacks 7

Fireworks from Navy Pier

Toward the ballgame's finale, fireworks from the not-too-distant Navy pier amounted to a short display, but plenty enough to crown the evening.

Half Moon, Nighttime Sky

Remember Janis Joplin's 3-times platinum Pearl?
Yesterday evening's moon reminded me of "Half Moon."

Spirit in the Sky

My review of this game gets to include some Pauline theology—believe it! At the top of the 9th they played Norman Greenbaum's one-hit-wonder Spirit In The Sky!
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
Prepare yourself, you know it's a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus

So you know that when you die
He's gonna recommend you
To the Spirit in the sky
That's where you're gonna go when you die

When you die and they lay you to rest
You're gonna go to the place that's the best
Never been a sinner I never sinned
I got a friend in Jesus

So you know that when I die
He's gonna set me up with
The Spirit in the sky
Trevor Hoffmann Saved the Game!

The absolutely unparalleled Number 51, Trevor Hoffmann's save added up to number 26 for this season and a career number 419.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Stewed Tomato

Because I originally wrote this for an online site, this restaurant review is shorter and less detailed than the others. Terrific restaurant; I am so looking forward to going back there—soon, I trust!
Stewed Tomato is a cool restaurant in the once-seafaring, now tourist and residential town of Harwich on Cape Cod. The town was settled around 1665, named after Harwich, England, and incorporated in 1694; currently Harwich Center is one of the Seven Harwiches.

Stewed Tomato Review

Though it's been several years since I was there, the Stewed Tomato at 707 Main Street in Harwich Center is one of my fondest memories and one of the prospective experiences I anticipate with the most yearning and the greatest longing. As a little kid I visited Harwich all the time—my grandparents owned a house with gardens on Church Street near Bay Road, eight furlongs from Pleasant Bay Beach. A few years ago, when I returned to the Cape after some time away, my friend Heather introduced Stewed Tomato and me to each other and I fell in love: in love with the food – especially the breakfasts – and, of course, in love with the matchless ambience! I highly recommend Stewed Tomato for breakfast, lunch, dinner and whenever.

Most recommended: Kitchen Sink Omelet; coffee.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

love after love

From my fall 2001 management class, this poem - by the 1992 Nobel Laureate in Literature - says it all!

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes;
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

~~Derek Walcott~~

Sunday, February 06, 2005

dawnwashed blues

On Desert Spirit's Fire, my theology blog, in a post called morning watch, I wrote:
Patterned after ancient practice but now in remembrance and anticipation of Easter dawn, there's a Christian tradition of Morning Watch. The fourth and last segment of the night watch, the morning watch of antiquity and of the New Testament epoch (that's us!) is from 3-6 AM; during this final watch of the night, darkness gently eases into the quiet early light of Easter dawn and God's Glory softly splashes over all creation.
Here's a poem I wrote about that hour of...

dawnwashed blues

during each night's final watch,
darkness gently eases into
quiet early light of daybreak's dawn
God's Glory softly splashes
over drowsing creation

yesterday's final light of day
followed by a slender slice of moonglow
held no starshimmer
during middle night's intensely indigo blues
today's hushed daybreak
whispered itself over creation’s
night's end watch anticipating dawn's first light
the sunup-washed sky shined with light-washed sheen
dawnwashed new morning blues made
fresh-sprung break of pale day blues

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

*a*n*g*e*l*

Angel | Sarah McLachlan

from the City Of Angels soundtrack


Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance,
for a break that would make it okay.
There's always some reason
to feel not good enough,
and it's hard, at the end of the day.

I need some distraction,
Oh, beautiful release.
Memories seep from my veins.

Let me be empty,
Oh, and weightless,
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight.
CHORUS:

In the arms of the angel, fly away from here,
from this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel.

You are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.
So tired of the straight line,
and everywhere you turn,
there's vultures and thieves at your back.
The storm keeps on twisting.
Keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack.

Don't make no difference, escape one last time.
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness,
Oh, this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.
REPEAT CHORUS
You're in the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfort here.

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Edison School

This article also published in the Interfaith Peacemaking Resource Center of Utah’s newsletter.
With these observations about Edison Elementary, we continue our series on Salt Lake City public schools that have a high proportion of “at-risk” students.
EDISON ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

“I believe in kids, I trust kids…if you expect great things, you get great things.” –Dale Harding, Edison Elementary Principal

Edison School in Glendale first impressed me as a Place to Be – it had a sense of great calm, and it was clean and orderly, without any of the confusion one often expects in an urban setting. Kids’ art covered the walls.

With 517 students in grades K-6, a preschool of 20, and a teaching staff of about 31—all in a building built for 380 students—Edison is bursting its boundaries, both physically and in the many ways it exceeds the limitations and expectations much of the larger society tends to place upon low income, high mobility persons.

Class size ranges from 24 in the lower grades to an outrageous 38 in the upper grades; nineteen classrooms of all kinds as well as two trailers house the classes. A gym, an auditorium and a gigantic playground accommodate sports, arts, cultural, social, and other enrichment activities. 3,000 donated books as well as other resources fill the new, light and airy library.

Volunteerism from the greater Salt Lake community runs extremely high: last year it amounted to 14,000 hours! Neighbors of all kinds, senior citizens, businesses (including the Bureau of Reclamation and The Salt Lake Tribune, which has an intense, ongoing involvement with the school), and University of Utah student nurses are only some of the volunteer categories.

Edison is a mini-world where fifteen languages are spoken, with 72% of the students being other-than-white. They include Pacific Islanders, African-Americans, Hispanics of many kinds, various ethnic Asians. To be a minority is to be in the majority!

Dr. Harding spoke of the poverty of moral values and the absence of hope that pervaded the school when he first arrived there. Most of the families—only 40% of which have two parents in the home—are struggling to survive in every dimension of their lives. But a sense of hope and optimism is beginning to take hold at Edison. Harding and the rest of the staff have been working energetically to make certain these kids will believe in themselves and in each other, that they will be open to a free and meaningful future.

“We have three rules: ‘Respect yourself; Respect other people; Respect property,’” explained Dr. Harding.

Dale Harding is in his fourth year [1995] as principal at Edison. He has had a long, wide-ranging and clearly impassioned career in education. Not only has he been teacher or administrator in Salt Lake City, coming to Edison after a term as principal at Uintah Elementary—he also has worked in Chile, Bolivia, Saudi Arabia and Wyoming. For six years he directed the experimental school at Utah State University.

Surprisingly, Harding is the only Edison staff member fluent in Spanish. Four years ago there was no PTA, no community council at Edison; now both organizations are active. Very significantly, Harding has visited every home in the area. And observing the success he and the kids are having, he says, “‘I can’ is more important than IQ.”

Although there’s apparently a large amount of alcohol and other drugs used in the families many of these kids hail from, very few Edison students are drug users themselves. “Just Say No” and D.A.R.E. Clubs help them resist the pressure to experiment. During 1993-94 there were thirteen gang members – now there’s only one.

As Harding said, although many had learned to use “I’m a minority” as a copout, most of them are learning not to use it as an excuse, but to take on responsibility for themselves and responsibility for others. There’s also a group of kids at Edison who live in stable settings in which they experience a relatively normal, supportive environments without having to contend with overwhelming social pathology; many of those will be at the school from Kindergarten through 6th grade. Dr. Harding is optimistic that about 80% of Edison’s current population will graduate from high school.

The fine arts and the cultural arts are major aspects of life at Edison. I was pleased to hear the violin program of 5th and 6th graders in action! Ririe Woodbury Dance Company works with all of the students; the Salt Lake Tribune offers writers’ workshops; celebrations such as Black History Month and Cinco de Mayo help the kids find meaning and excitement in their heritage. The arts and cultural assembly was one of the very first things Harding told me about! The assembly is a recurrent events featuring the diversity of expression that has helped make Edison a miniature extension of the world beyond its borders.

For fun, there’s reading the books from the library, computer games in the 30-computer lab (when the academic stuff has been finished), a donated arcade that serves as a reward system, and of course the playground and sports, many of the sports facilitated by an after-school physical education teacher. Open until 9 pm three days of the week, until 6 pm on the other days, the building also houses and hosts various adult classes such as parenting, GED preparation and ESL.

As the very low absentee rate absolutely bears out, during the school day the students at Edison Elementary live a good life. Prior to arriving at Edison, many of these kids had been caught in multi-generational layers of ignorance and violence; they’d become what they had seen. With love, affirmation and support, the cycle of ignorance and abuse is breaking down and their fear is beginning to leave. At Edison, not only do they see an alternative—the environment actually enables them to be that alternative, to become different from what they had been. They’re becoming the free, responsible and responsive persons they were created to be.

They also are learning to live in a world in which diversity and difference is seen as normative and as very good. For them, divergent styles mean learning to lives with dissimilarities, and that leads to acceptance of differences. As Dr. Harding mentioned, he will not tolerate violence and aggression, and the question to resolve first always is “What happened?” – not “why?” As they are learning from the staff and from each other how to live with diversity and to resolve conflict without fists or violence or any kind, hopefully the young peacemakers at Edison will grow up to become adult peacemakers.

At this point in time and space, Edison students are learning to live in a real community, with an authentic commonality. They’re in the process—just as all of us continue to be—of discovering the challenges and rewards of living together as friends, neighbors and citizens. But what of their futures? What of their lives beyond the Sixth Grade graduation day?

“So all of us, in union with Christ, form one body, and as parts of it we belong to each other.” –Romans 12:5

These words have become commonplace to many of us: we need to read in them, to feel in them, a live calling to reach out and to be interresponsive to one another. Just as in great measure we have been created by each other, by one another, that creative process will continue to happen. The students at Edison will continue to need positive influences that will form and shape them into good citizens of their neighborhoods, of their cities, of their countries of this universe and of this galaxy—and even of unknown galaxies!

The students at Edison Elementary are ours, now and in the future. And we belong to them! Let us always remember that, and live our lives in response to it!

Wasatch School

Another phase of my sometime journalistic career included articles on a pair of elementary schools; here’s one I wrote for the Interfaith Peacemaking Resource Center of Utah’s newsletter.
Good things are happening in the Salt Lake City schools! This month’s feature is Wasatch Elementary.

WASATCH SCHOOL
With their faces in the sunshine, students at Wasatch Elementary School in Salt Lake’s Avenues neighborhood are planting theme gardens. About half of the classes are involved in this year’s Outdoor Project! It’s an extension of their regular curriculum, as well as an activity in which they claim ownership and learn caretaking, sensitivity and environmental awareness. The gardens will become part of the neighborhood, and the project’s navy blue t-shirts will carry the endeavor even beyond the school and Avenues boundaries, as a reminder that Wasatch is preparing citizens to interface with the world around them and the world beyond them!

Close to downtown, close to the University of Utah, Wasatch is the school of choice for many parents seeking the very best, with students attending from all over the Salt Lake Valley. Abundant diversity included a 50/50 poverty/affluence ratio, many different races and ethnicities, single parent families, children of university professors, children of university students, kids from House Of Hope and from Ronald McDonald House...a vast range of students in every sense of the word.

“Kids Zone / – Future Leaders being built – Enter with care & love” reads the poster greeting front door arrivals. Amy Wadsworth, Wasatch’s principal, speaks of the “global development” of the child. Advancement in academic and social skills is generally assumed in any learning environment, but this school goes much further and also pays careful attention to physical and emotional development, to awareness and growth in the fine and performing arts. The school is not traditional in the conventional sense of the word—the total approach is far more interactive, giving each one an opportunity to function at his or her optimal level.

How does a grade school administrator who never has taught on that level feel about her credibility as a principal?

Amy Wadsworth believes interest and expertise in teaching and education are easily interchangeable among the various levels. In her third year [1995] at Wasatch, her earlier experience included teaching English and French at Highland High School and serving as Assistant Principal at Clayton Intermediate School. Ms. Wadsworth impressed me as being readily available to the students, but also as someone who doesn’t fill or overwhelm the space that’s rightfully theirs. This is a students’ school!

Additional staff at the K-6 school total about 40. including teachers, aides, art and physical education specialists. There are “lots of good volunteers” (mainly parents), and an active corporate sponsor. Class size averages in the 20s. with three classes for each grade. There’s also a library, a playground, and a gymnasium. Although Wasatch was one of the very first schools in Salt Lake City to have computers, its computers now are among the oldest!

A sense of contentment fills the air at the residential R Street and South Temple location; the school actually feels calm and well organized. This “whole child” approach works well. With serious and usually successful attempts by the teachers and other staff to reach every area in each student’s life, they don’t often need to act out in frustration and violence in attempts to be heard and attended to. Because of this, the students get along well with each other and with the adults in their lives.

Ms. Wadsworth observes that blending students from more troubles areas into the lower-risk population helps a great deal to offset at-riskedness. Accepting of each other, the kids generally don’t isolate themselves into demographically defined groups. Once again, their needs are being met well enough there’s little need for a particular student or group to seek special attention.

Usually the kids are polite, respectful, and considerate of others. But despite the all-round success the Wasatch students and their principal are enjoying, sometimes there’s dissension. Classroom teachers try to process conflict in a problem-solving modality, and if the discord actually reaches the principal, she applies similar procedures.

Ms. Wadsworth feels that in the future these techniques will need to be taught more formally. She says the goal is for peaceable conflict resolution to become a day-to-day practice and not just something occasionally imposed from without.

As these students find peaceful solutions becoming natural to them, they’ll easily take the skills they’ve learned at school into their family setting and into the larger Salt Lake City and world communities. This will be a great and ongoing advantage to all of us!

“Keeping high expectations” in every area helps make sure outstanding results happen. Future leaders are being built at Wasatch Elementary, and they are being treated with care and respect. And as Amy Wadsworth says, they’re “such a delight!”

Faces in the sun, Wasatch School students are busy planting gardens to enhance their own lives and as a gift to their community...