I returned from Nashville yesterday (and head for Houston today).

In Nashville we were recording some radio programs for a ministry client and, in addition to working behind the scenes on the content of the program, I play a wee role onthe program as well—meaning I spend a little time behind a microphone. Talking. (Those readers who know me from way back will remember that in the latter part of the Cretaceous Period I made my living talking on the wireless after my meteoric career as a newspaper guy.)

Trips like that one give me the ability to affect my best Barney Fife, hike up my pants, take a deep breath and then speak-groan: “Yep…had to go to Nashville to do a recording session…Yeah…In a studio. There in Nashville…you know… recording…yep…Had to do a session. . .in Nashville.”