Friday, July 18, 2008


Friday, July 4, 2008
After the tribute to veterans, in the park out over the water, after the evening settled and the sky darkened, fireworks. Oohs and Ahhs a-plenty for the large audience.

What makes us middlewestern? Our need to put on such a display on such a day.


Saturday, July 5, 2008
Gwen and Dick Lindberg hosted a "Marty Party" to honor the theologian Dr. Martin E. Marty. Dr. Marty lived in West Point until he was eleven years old. He was a gracious guest; his wife and sons and their spouses and some of the grandchildren and Dr. Marty's brother Myron and his wife all made for a lovely family reunion. They were joined by former classmates and family friends and some of the pastors from town. And by a fellow who had flown in from Detroit to see Dr. Marty preach on Sunday, and who had earlier contacted Gwen and had been invited to the Marty Party; and by that fellow's father, a theologian in Tennessee who was originally from northeastern Nebraska.

It was a house full of creative and interesting people, and if you weren't visiting in the living room, you were in the dining room nibbling on shrimp and smoked salmon provided by Dick and Gwen's son Greg Lindberg, who owns Absolutely Fresh Seafood, Shucks, and Bailey's in Omaha. Or you were in the "pool room," where for a while a reporter from the Omaha World-Herald was interviewing Dr. Marty for a story that would run in the World-Herald on Monday.


Sunday, July 6, 2008
The reporter from the World-Herald returned on Sunday for Dr. Marty's "Sermon on the Mound" at the ecumenical service held at Anderson Field, a venue more usually filled with the rituals of baseball players than with the rituals of God's people. Yet it was a lovely day, with a lovely sky overhead and a lovely backdrop of the train depot museum and the other buildings on the fairgrounds.

To be continued....

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