My pastoral buddy, Roger, and I had many laughs, not all of them at my expense. In fact, the whole trip back from Austin to Madison became somewhat of a laugh-fest. Pastor Rog, despite having a laptop and even a Kindle, has not caught up with the invention of wheels. Needless to say his hands and shoulders are raw from trudging ten miles through numerous terminals at O'Hare. The best moment was when the zip on his bag broke. (I laughed with him, not at him. Ok, I started and he eventually joined in.)
"When I grow up I want to Graham
be just like Graham" (& shamelessly proud of it)