It’s the little things
Monday, October 26th, 2009I’ve mentioned Zach before – my crazy friend who recently moved from Seattle to Nashville, who lived on the JAM House floor for awhile, who now has his own place in East Nashville but we still like to see him, etc. Zach is one of a kind – like a snowflake. Or a fingerprint. Or a tracking device in a stray dog’s neck.
Last night at church, he caught my eye across the room. In a sea of people, his face was a little bit higher than the rest, stretching his neck to catch my attention. It reminded me of Goldbug.
The thought of Zach as Goldbug gave me the giggles.
I couldn’t wait to tell him. But after church when I got the chance, it turned out that Zach had never heard of Goldbug. I went on to explain anthropomorphic animals and “Cars and Trucks and Things That Go” and the worm that drove the apple car – and Zach got excited and we high-fived.
