American Heroes Thursday Rundown

We are now in the second half of Thursday Rundowns for 2025. I hope you have enjoyed this year’s posts thus far and if you haven’t—I doubt you will like this one 😉. Alright, let’s get started.

Moving Moment – On Independence Day morning, I took my kids to the Coeur d’Alene American Heroes Parade that is held every Fourth of July. With the parade occurring just five days after the ambush attack on firefighters just outside of town, you figured the community would use the event to honor the two individuals who lost their lives. Did they ever. The parade’s opening was dedicated to John Morrison and Frank Harwood. Two riderless horses representing the lives of Morrison and Harwood led the procession with firetrucks and firefighters following close behind.

Two riderless horses pass from our vantage point at the Coeur d’Alene American Heroes Parade.

Backdrop Photos Back – With the arrival of summer, Sloan and Beau returned to St. Paschal’s Educare, a daycare center we have enrolled our kids at the past few years. Everything from the hours to the food to the values instilled are great, but what I really enjoy are the monthly photos they take of the kids in front of fun backdrops. The classic Fourth of July backdrop from last year returned this week. I always get a kick out of the faces that Beau makes. Thanks, St. Paschal’s!

I love the monthly photos that the staff at St. Paschal’s EduCare take of my kids.

Frozen S’mores – While we are still on the topic of Independence Day, I wanted to tell you about the dessert Sidney made for my parents’ Fourth of July cookout. She brought frozen s’mores to the party! She got the idea from a friend and then replicated them perfectly for Friday. The dessert is refreshing with an interesting frozen texture. Chocolate pudding, marshmallow crème, cream cheese, and cool whip form the layers of goodness stuffed between the two graham crackers. There is still plenty of time to make these for your next summer BBQ so tap here if you want the recipe.

Sidney holding a plate of her s’mores dessert.

$5 Meal Deal – The latest trend is for Fast food restaurants to offer some type of meal for $5. After years of increasing prices and shrinkflation, I think we all deserve it. But the university I work at has actually offered a similar deal way before fast food restaurants embraced it. Earlier this week, I forgot my lunch at home so I went to EWU’s PUB (the student center) for the $5 meal day that is offered daily. For just 20 quarters, I got a cheeseburger, tater tots, and a 24 oz. drink. What a treat!

This was my lunch on Monday…EWU’s $5 meal deal.

Memorable Photo Shoot – On this date in 2016, I wrote about a photo shoot that ended up being worth every penny. While on our honeymoon, the DreamArt Photography rep stationed in our resort sold us on a private photo session to commemorate our time in Cancun. I went back and forth on whether to bite the bullet, but I thought the shoot would ultimately be a timeless souvenir. I am so glad we did it. The photos turned out great at the time and I love them even more now. In fact, I might love them a little too much—one of the photos is still my profile photo (yeah, I should probably change that).

I loved how our honeymoon photos turned out.

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That will do it for now. Please pray for the repose of the soul of Rob Heacock. He died unexpectedly this past weekend. I got to know Rob through my involvement with our St. Mary Knights of Columbus Council and was saddened to hear of his passing. Don’t Blink.

The Texas Floods

There is not much someone like me can add to convey or capture the grief felt from the Texas floods. I am lucky to have my family completely intact in my dry corner of the country.

So, I am aware that anything I write will ring hollow. However, even though I tried to immediately space it from my mind, the thought of losing my children to such a savage disaster has entered my head. Sloan is the age of some of the girls who lost their lives while attending Camp Mystic. They went to swim, make friends, sing songs, and grow closer to God—all things that scream my daughter’s name. I couldn’t imagine her going to camp and not coming back.

The other story that rips my heart is that of Blair and Brooke Harber. They went to visit their grandparents and brought their rosaries with them. Sadly, the waters carried the sisters away around 3:30 a.m. on Friday. They were found deceased 15 miles from their cabin…their hands locked together in an incredible display of sisterhood.

Some of the acts of heroism have been documented. A Coast Guard rescue swimmer named Scott Ruskan, 26, is credited with saving 169 people from the floods, including Camp Mystic survivors. Not bad for his first rescue mission. By my count, he saved nearly seven people for every year of his young life. He had this to say about his heroic actions:

I’m just a dude. I chose to enlist in the Coast Guard. Anyone is able to do this. Anyone’s able to do this job; if you raise your right hand, do it. So, I’m just happy I was given the opportunity to help these people out.

Yep, anyone is able, but most take the route that I did and don’t. During such a dark tragedy, the heroism and humility of Ruskan brings a glimmer of respite. Please pray for those who have died, those who have lost loved ones, those who are helping with the recovery effort, and everyone else impacted by this disaster. Don’t Blink.

Happy 68th Birthday, Dad!

I had the chance to spend a lot of time with my dad during his latest trip around the sun. And trust me, I never take it for granted after going several years where I would only see him a couple times every 12 months. It is a blessing to live in the same county as him.

Stuffing my face with pizza while hanging with my dad this past fall.

But back to the time spent together during his stint as a 67-year-old. We attended games, sailed on a cruise, celebrated holidays, worshipped at church, chowed down at restaurants, drank beers on the deck, and much more.

My dad and I on the cruise in April…we had a lot of fun!

Perhaps my favorite memory with him though occurred shortly after his birthday. On my last day at Washington State University, he traveled with me to Pullman. He walked around campus while I took care of business and handed in my equipment/lap top/phone. Once all the formalities had played out, I invited him to my office. He hung out with me for those last few minutes and then helped me carry my few boxes to the vehicle.

I took this photo of my dad in my old WSU office a couple moments before we walked out for the last time.

What made such a seemingly mundane moment so special? I think it was the fact that I got to have him by my side as a I closed a chapter of my life. Taking the job at WSU was a nice career progression but more importantly it re-united me with my parents and siblings. After living out-of-state for 15 years, it was nice to return to Washington. It was also really nice to work at my dad’s alma mater. He earned his undergraduate degree at WSU and he bleeds crimson and gray. His pride for the Cougs rubbed off on me when I was a kid. Taking a job at WAZZU was cool for both of us. Ending my tenure by walking off campus with him just seemed fitting.

My dad and I pose for a photo inside the Field House prior to a WSU game. He is a true Coug.

And the burgers and shakes at Cougar Country before we left Pullman was the cherry on top. 😋

The burgers we had at Cougar Country were good but so was this turkey my dad carved during Thanksgiving 2024.

I want to wish my dad a very happy 68th birthday. I am grateful for all he does for me and my family. I admire how he fills his days when he is not around grandchildren by volunteering for Hospice and the local food bank. If that wasn’t enough, you won’t find a better event management staffer when you encounter him at a sporting event or concert. But even if you stripped away his grandfather duties, his service to the community, and his many retirement activities, one thing would still remain: an incredibly awesome human being.

My dad working an EWU football game as part of his gig with Allied Universal event management.

Cheers, dad! Don’t Blink.

Fireworks Critiques

I hope everyone had a fantastic Fourth of July. It was nice to have it on a Friday and not worry about going to work the next day. I remember in previous years battling the traffic from the fireworks show on Independence Day evening and thinking if there ever was a day to call in sick, this would be it.

Hanging with the family at Pavilion Park for the 2025 fireworks show.

And that is what I want to discuss tonight. No, I am not talking about calling in sick. Rather, I want to ever so briefly discuss a couple key components of fireworks shows. Yep, just a couple.

Sloan, Beau, and Sid watch the fireworks at Pavilion Park.

For the past four years, my family has gone to Pavilion Park in Liberty Lake, Washington, to end our Fourth of July with a bang. It is the gathering spot for the community’s pretty solid fireworks show that always starts at 10 p.m….usually.

Watching the fireworks with my girl at Pavilion Park in Liberty Lake.

I say usually because the fireworks show at Pavilion Park “jumped the gun” just a little bit on Friday night when the first rockets burst in the air at 9:57 p.m. I know you are probably thinking big deal but it is my belief that fireworks shows should always start on the dot or a little bit after. My family was set by 9:45 p.m. so we were ready for the early start but what about those who did show up late or ran to use the bathroom thinking they still had three minutes to spare? Or, what about those who simply like to countdown to 10 p.m. as they savor every second of anticipation? Unless concerned parents thought the show needed to start earlier this year so their kids could get three extra minutes of sleep, I think a fireworks display scheduled for 10 p.m. should start at that time sharp.

The fireworks show at Pavilion Park started at 9:57 a.m. The display was beautiful!

But perhaps the early start time was due to an upgrade this year. Instead of the 7-minute show from past years, this one lasted for 15 minutes. It is my belief that the quarter of an hour mark is the sweet spot for a fireworks production. Because I have attended the past fireworks shows that lasted under 10 minutes at Pavilion Park, I can say they kind of left a little to be desired. If you travel more than 15 minutes for the show and you are going to be in traffic for at least 20 minutes after, a little longer show makes it more worth your while. On the other side of the coin, I have also heard about and even attended some fireworks shows that last considerably longer—pushing 30 minutes and beyond. When these displays go for extended periods of time, you do start to become desensitized to the dazzling colors and effects. And even if you don’t, your kids do—and that’s never a good thing.

I think the 15-minute show at Pavilion Park was perfect.

So perhaps the pushed up beginning was to account for the extra pyrotechnics. Either way, I probably should find something else to complain about instead of a free fireworks show. Oh come on, you know I am not really complaining—just offering some bad commentary on a hallmark of Independence Day. Anyway, unless something changes in 52 weeks, we will be back at Pavilion Park next year at least 10 minutes early with my stop watch. Don’t Blink.

Twas The Night Before Independence Day Thursday Rundown

I love Independence Day so as I write this Thursday Rundown I am trying to manage my excitement. So on this Fourth of July Eve, please excuse me if I seem to write in an even more random manner than I usually do. But just like a firework does, I will do my best to sparkle…

Sunrise Mass – Last weekend was packed from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. But sandwiched within all the activities was a really special opportunity on Saturday morning. At 4 a.m., Fr. Jeff Lewis led a small group of us up the Iller Creek Trail to a scenic clearing that overlooked the Spokane Valley and Palouse regions. Once there, he celebrated mass as the sun slowly started to rise. It was the perfect way to start the day and a great opportunity to worship God among his beautiful creation.

Fr. Jeff Lewis led a hike up the Iller Creek trail for a sunrise mass this past Saturday.

Orchards and Water – I mentioned in Monday’s blog post that Sid and I recently attended the wedding of a couple we mentored for their Pre-Cana marriage prep. After the wedding mass concluded at Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Brewster, Washington, we headed to the reception a few minutes away at a place called Lone Point Cellars. This winery boasted some incredible views as it overlooked fruit orchards and the Columbia River. What a setting for a reception!

Sidney walks along the perimeter of Lone Point Cellars in Brewster, Washington. The view was incredible.

Anxiety – I get the appeal of self-serve flavor stations at shaved ice stands, but I really dislike them. The Koana Ice truck made an appearance at the finale of Catholic Summer Camp and I begrudgingly promised the kids I would get them one. Sloan managed for the most part but Beau trying to put his flavors on was a messy disaster. I told my friend that few things bring me more anxiety than watching a 5-year-old attempt to flavor his shaved ice.

When a 5-year-old is in the mix, this is always a disaster.

Is A Hot Dog A Sandwich – With the Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest tomorrow, I must bring up the heated debate: Is a hot dog a sandwich? I still say NO. But I would be remiss if I didn’t defer to the experts. One of the more quirky projects I pulled off at WSU was producing a video that asked a food scientist for his opinion on the loaded question. It is worth a watch!

This might be the closest a hot dog comes to being a sandwich but what the competitive eaters will be eating tomorrow in  no way constitutes a sandwich in my mind.

Idaho Love It was on this date in 1890 that Idaho became the 43rd state to join the Union. As Idaho marks its 135th anniversary, it is important to reflect on the fact that the state is going through some tough times. Bryan Kohberger accepted a plea deal this week, undoubtedly opening old wounds from that heinous night in Moscow back in 2022. And then this past Sunday, two firefighters were killed in an ambush right outside of Coeur d’Alene as first responders reported to a brush fire. Tomorrow my family will attend the Coeur d’Alene Fourth of July Parade and hopefully have the opportunity to honor those, both living and not, who answered the call on Sunday. We stand with our very close neighbors to the east!

Idaho was admitted to the Union on July 3, 1890.

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Please be safe tomorrow. Use common sense when it comes to fireworks and take time to reflect on the good fortune we have to live in the United States of America. Don’t Blink.

Okay, BOSS

On the way to work today, I listened to the on-air personalities of Hits 1 discuss something that really “bugged” them. The guy who led off the topic described his annoyance at those who give nicknames to people they don’t know. He then went on to list common generic nicknames such as “boss,” “hoss,” “buddy,” and “chief.”

However, the group of commentators focused mostly on “boss.” Aside from the term being disrespectful and annoying, they also called it “condescending.”

When it comes to my personal preference, I don’t mind generic nicknames. And, actually, out of the ones listed above, I don’t mind “boss” most of all. In fact, I actually like it.

Whenever someone calls bestowed on me in a customer service situation. For example, when I go to Take 5 for an oil change, the employees there will usually call me “boss.”

In my view, “boss” is the new “sir.” Of course it depends on the tone used, but mostly I am called “boss” in a humble way that conveys I am a valued customer and what I say is going to be granted. From the way that I see it, even though I am not a real boss in the context, the term seems to shift power to me. I appreciate it.

So if you are someone who uses the term “boss” a lot to address people you don’t know, please don’t let the people from Hits 1 deter you from doing so. You can call me “boss” any day. Don’t Blink.

Hoopfest 2025: Making It Work

I thought it was out of the question. With an out-of-town wedding scheduled on our calendars for the last Saturday of June, Sidney and I came to terms with the fact that we would miss Hoopfest. In fact, I even documented it in writing that we would be absent from the 2025 event.

But then something happened.

No, the bride and groom didn’t have a falling out! Hardly. The wedding we attended this past weekend was for Tristan and Katie, a couple we had the pleasure of mentoring for their Pre-Cana marriage prep. We would miss Hoopfest for the rest of our lives if it meant we could attend their special day. But when they announced the time of their wedding, something became evident: we could cancel our hotel reservations and travel back to Spokane late that afternoon.

You see, the wedding was in Brewster, Washington, a mere three-hour drive from Spokane. The time of the mass? 2 p.m.! We had plenty of time to attend the wedding and even enjoy a good portion of the reception before booking it back to Spokane. Although we obviously missed the entirety of Hoopfest on Saturday, we arrived home at 10 p.m., giving us plenty of time to get some sleep before heading downtown for Hoopfest on Sunday.

Sidney and I had a fabulous time attending the wedding of Tristan and Katie Gresch. This photo was taken at the reception held at Lone Point Cellars in Brewster, WA.

When it became clear that we would be able to do this, I reached out to Hoopfest and asked if they would take me on as a Sunday-only court monitor. The answer was a resounding yes!

I didn’t realize how badly they needed extra court monitors for the second day until I arrived in downtown Spokane on Sunday. I reported to Court Monitor Headquarters and they immediately pointed me to a quadrant of courts at Post and Mallon. When I arrived at the location and checked in with the court marshal, he told me he was happy to see me.

A screenshot from a video that Sidney took of me conferencing with the two teams that made it to the championship game.

Not only did he have multiple no-shows on Saturday, but he had other court monitors leave in the middle of the day. The marshal, John, desperately needed help. He pointed me to the NuDevco-sponsored court and we were in business.

A photo Sid snapped of me monitoring a game.

When I say “we,” I mean my whole family. Sidney served as my scorekeeper and book keeper while the kids assisted her. Because things became a bit chaotic in our assigned area due to Saturday’s lack of monitors, we had to get our court organized. This included working backward to properly fill out the bracket, preparing game forms, and finding a suitable ball to play with as the official Hoopfest ball was nowhere to be found. But we managed to get everything under control and prepped prior to the first 8 a.m. game.

My special Hoopfest crew was able to volunteer all day on Sunday.

From there, it was smooth sailing. We had an adult male court that featured some very competitive players and close games. Since it was a full 16-team bracket, the games went past 3 p.m. The kids did get a little restless at times but it wasn’t anything an iPhone set to YouTube couldn’t solve 😂. Even though we only spent one day volunteering, we were still able to build rapport with the players and enjoy an awesome experience.

I was super lucky to have Sid as my scorekeeper again.

A few highlights…

This was the first year that fans tipped me money after their team’s Hoopfest journey ended. Even though I vehemently refused, they made me take it and Sloan received a surprise allowance.

A team in our bracket was from South Carolina and they currently own a Southern-inspired food truck on the west side of Washington called Southern Nibbles. It was so cool to meet other people who are familiar with chicken bog.

Another team in our bracket was comprised entirely of prison guards from Two Rivers Correctional Institution in Oregon.

2025 was the first year that court monitors didn’t receive shoes for volunteering. Instead, volunteers who worked both days received a $100 gift card to Dick’s Sporting Goods. For working Sunday, I was given a $75 gift card.

This little guy may have gotten bored once or twice, but he did spend an entire game flipping the cards for me.

As long as we don’t get invited to another wedding during the last weekend of June next year, it will be my TENTH year as a Hoopfest court monitor. My family looks forward to once again giving back to the Spokane community in this unique way. Don’t Blink.

Intermission

Well, it is June 30 and that means today is the halfway point of the year. Tomorrow will mark the second half of 2025.

I am usually frank about whether I feel a year (or the first half of it) has seemed to go by fast or slow. When it comes to 2025, it has gone fast for me. I remember Dec. 31, 2024, very vividly and it seems like it was just yesterday.

Don’t worry, I am not going to delve into the past six months in detail, but I can’t complain too much about the first 50% of 2025. It has been characterized by Sidney’s new job, two incredible vacations, some nice professional moments, and a deep dive into the Bible.

The first half of 2025 packed a lot of fun, including our family’s first-ever cruise. 

But this post isn’t to reflect on myself. Rather, I just want to give that friendly reminder that we are at the midpoint of the year. There isn’t a better time to reflect on how things are going and how you want to set yourself up for success over the course of the next six months. If you are a sports fan, you might take a couple moments to read the extreme halftime analogy I penned two years ago about the significance of today.

If sports isn’t your thing, think of today as intermission of a play that you are acting in. If you joined the play with high aspirations that you would deliver a riveting performance but things kind of fell apart in that first act, don’t fret! Remember, the audience will only remember you based on your final act performance. Use intermission to compose yourself, review your lines (aka your New Year resolutions), and think positively about the second half of the play.

If you hit it out of the park in the first act, keep up the high caliber performance—but don’t get cocky. Still review your lines to make sure you are heading in the right direction and don’t let up on that accelerator once the second act starts. Continue to shine!

You got this, friends! Take time to reflect but then also take time to look forward. Good things are in store. Don’t Blink.

Censored Thursday Rundown

Good evening! I love this part of summer. Nothing beats the mix of wedding season, Hoopfest weekend, and the lead up to Fourth of July. Throw in hot temperatures with some cold beer and what a time it is to be alive! And what a time it is to write a Thursday Rundown. I present to you tonight’s five topics…

Michael Jackson – The popular question was always “What were you doing when JFK died?” Although that event was barely before my time (😉), I have other high profile deaths that are etched in my memory. One of those was when Michael Jackson passed away unexpectedly on June 25, 2009. I had just graduated college and was starting off my professional career within the University of Montana athletic department. While all my older colleagues kept up with the news on television, I used a relatively new platform called Twitter to stay ahead of the news. That night I hit the streets of Missoula with friends and was amazed that even in my obscure corner of Montana that Michael Jackson impersonators were out in full force and all the bars were playing the greatest hits from the King of Pop. To learn about other iconic deaths I remember like yesterday, tap here.

My friend Dan and I with a Michael Jackson impersonator in 2012.

Hoopfest Memory – As I mentioned in the intro, Hoopfest weekend is almost here and my social channels are filled with past Hoopfest memories. One particular flashback that came up today was from three years ago. On June 25, 2022, the Reser Puffs made their Hoopfest debut in the family bracket. Despite the best of intentions and a spirited practice, we didn’t win a game. However, playing with my sister, brother, and sister-in-law was a ton of fun. I wrote about that unique experience here.

Although we failed to win a game we sure had fun.

Israel vs. Iran Conflict – Not everyone subscribes to my blog so a way I distribute Don’t Blink content to others is through social media. Earlier this week, I gave my thoughts on America’s involvement in the Israel vs. Iran conflict. It was a totally low key and non-controversial take from the perspective of a father with young kids. However, Meta didn’t like it and removed the posts. If you visit my blog via social media and didn’t see the entry, tap here for my thoughts (and you should probably just subscribe). All I can say right now is that I hope this ceasefire continues to hold.

The Israel vs. Iran conflict and America’s involvement has made me nervous.

Riverfront Park SkyRide – This past Sunday, Riverfront Park held its Kids Day event. Children could ride the Loof Carousel and rent roller skates for free. Another major perk was free admission on the Numerica SkyRide. How could I pass that up for Sloan and Beau? Although we did have to wait in line for a bit, we did eventually get the chance to float over the Spokane Falls in a gondola car. I last rode the attraction nearly 10 years ago during the winter with Sidney so it was cool to see the magnificent Falls during a different season. There were some nerves at first but everyone settled down and enjoyed the ride.

Beau and Sloan relax on the Numerica SkyRide in Riverfront Park.

Oh Deer – Yesterday afternoon, EWU’s executive assistant to the president walked into my office and directed me to open my blinds. Not knowing exactly what I would see, I was relieved that it was just a cute deer eating a late lunch right outside my window. Although I did say “cute,” upon close inspection you could tell that the animal probably wasn’t the healthiest. Despite the fact that it looked a little rough, getting an up close glimpse at EWU wildlife was a nice way to highlight the day.

This deer visited me at the window of my Eastern Washington University office yesterday.

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That’s all I have. Please pray for continued peace in the Middle East and have a wonderful weekend. Don’t Blink.

A Radical Ride on the Wings of Prayer

Look up! If you see a plane flying gracefully in the sky with possibly some doves trailing it, Sloan and Beau may very well be on it. At the start of this week, they punched their tickets for a Radical Ride on the Wings of Prayer.

This summer, Sloan and Beau are taking off from the St. Mary Airport on the Radical Ride on the Wings of Prayer.

It is that time of the year—Catholic Summer Camp! For the fourth time since we moved to Spokane, our family is involved with St. Mary Catholic Church’s spectacular twist on vacation bible school. However, this year our involvement doesn’t extend to just one camper. Beau is making his camp debut as he joins Sloan for what has already been a memorable camp.

Sloan and Beau have loved putting on their camp shirts the past few days as they hop on the radical ride of prayer.

But if you have followed my past posts on Catholic Summer Camp (here, here, and here), you already know that this week-long adventure can’t be anything but memorable. When you have the world’s best vacation bible school director, you really can’t expect anything less. Marie Bricher makes sure the campers receive the complete VBS experience with music, skits, snacks, and games. She also takes themes to complete extremes (in a good way) and she has outdone herself once again by transforming the St. Mary gym into the St. Mary International Airport.

The St. Mary gym in the Spokane Valley has been transformed into the St. Mary International Airport.

However, there is something more important than the fun activities and clever theme—yes, I am talking about the content. This summer, it is all about prayer. Throughout this week, Sloan and Beau are learning more about prayer and how to put it into action (as Fr. Jeff Lewis says, “Just pray, baby!”). Each day, they are “flying” on the wings of prayer to a different country to learn about a specific type of prayer and a saint native to the nation they are visiting.

Upon entering the St. Mary International Airport, you naturally have to go through the metal detector.

Whether it be Lectio Divina, the Divine Mercy Chaplet, or just quiet contemplation in Eucharistic Adoration, these kids are learning a lot and growing spiritually. And this is absolutely crucial because let’s be honest: our society is anti-prayer. It has become popular to discredit and shun “thoughts and prayers” as worthless. People are so impatient and misinformed that they feel prayer is useless if if doesn’t end in an immediate miracle.

At the opening kickoff for Catholic Summer Camp on Sunday, a large contingent of saints “flew” into St. Mary International Airport to be part of the festivities. Camp volunteers stand on the gym steps with photos of these holy men and women.

Try telling that to the campers at St. Mary. I can tell you that they will be moving mountains in front of the blessed sacrament tomorrow.

Marie Bricher is making sure Sloan, Beau, and the rest of the campers know the power of prayer. Her love for a theme even extends to the pilot hat she is wearing.

But off my soap box and back to St. Mary International Airport. You seriously have to see inside the gym. Campers check in for their flight, walk through a metal detector, and find their airline. A large plane constructed by 8th grade teacher Kevin Schultz hangs from the ceiling. Aviation-themed photo backdrops are affixed to the walls. Sloan and Beau made their own carry-on bags and were issued passports. There is even a baggage claim where the kids can put their lunch boxes!

St. Mary School 8th grade teacher Kevin Schultz created the centerpiece airplane that hangs in the gym.

With the week more than halfway over, the radical ride will start making its initial descent soon. The final physical destination will be a Friday afternoon picnic lunch for all campers and families on the St. Mary blacktop. The ultimate destination? Well, Heaven of course. And if there is one thing that Marie Bricher and her volunteer staff has taught the 120+ campers this week, it is that prayer does provide some powerful fuel for that journey. Don’t Blink.