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It seemed like your typical Sunday:, rise, shower, breakfast and then off to church. My wife and I arrived early to savor the relative quiet prior to worship. Our pastor, Patti Sue, was on her way to Greece to visit her daughter who is in college there. A replacement pastor was on scene. As the congregation began to arrive along with the choir members, one of them approached me and said “I did not realize what you did with your life and how hazardous it was. That was a very interesting article in the Chronicle.” You could have knocked me over with a lightweight feather. My wife looked at me and said “What?” I replied “I dunno.” You see, The Chronicle is my Sunday solace. It arrives in my post office box on Friday and I save it for Sunday afternoon. When I arrived home after church and settled in, I looked at the Chronicle. All I can say is you caught me way off guard. I appreciate the article and all you have done to impact me over the past couple of decades, both personally and professionally.

John Martin, Lexington