Carrie and I were not at church this Easter morning.  We were having our own worship service in the car hurtling from Charleston, WV to Depauw.  We made it safely.  On the trip Carrie and I talked about Easter traditions from our childhoods.  Seeing folks miserable in ties and fancy shoes.  Having Easter egg hunts.  Listening to the choir sing “Up From The Grace He Arose!”  That is still one of my favorites.  Also a lady at the church getting on a couple of guys for eating all the deviled eggs.  No, I was not one of the guilty ones.  Neither were they, they liked their eggs.

I miss it.  I think I miss childhood Easter services and the things that surrounded those times more than any other particular holiday.  Easter is special.  Death and Resurrection.  That is Amazing Grace like no other.  Thanks be to God.

Our world needs some grace right now.  That seems to be at premium these days.  Blame is quick.  Grace is hard to find.  We’re on the wrong side of history.  I don’t know how else to explain it.  If it doesn’t get better for us, the ones reading about it in a hundred years will be glad they learned from our mistakes.  I have no doubt about that.

On the way home from the coast, my dear wife, Carrie, and I stopped in Mt. Airy, North Carolina.  The Andy Griffith Playhouse now holds the Andy Griffith Museum.  We took some photos and enjoyed the visit.

This is a photo of a place about ten miles south of Mt. Airy.  It is Pilot Mountain.  Of course we know that Mt. Airy is where Andy Griffith was from and was the place that was his the inspiration for Mayberry.  And Pilot Mountain, is, of course, Mt. Pilot on the show.

These are the actual signs that were affixed to the doors on the show.  Sheriff and Justice Of The Peace.  Pretty darn cool.

This is one of Andy’s uniform shirts he wore on The Andy Griffith Show.  What is the flaw?  The top button should not be buttoned, of course.

The phone, the chairs, and other stuff from the original set.

One of two TV Land Statues dedicated to The Andy Griffith Show.  The other is in Raleigh.

And…

While sitting next to the Atlantic, I read this book about the 1967 Indiana University Hoosiers Football Team.  It is the only Hoosier team to make it to the Rose Bowl so far.  The year before they were 1-8-1.  In 1967 a miracle season happened in Bloomington.  This book chronicles it very very well.  It was a meaningful read.

Thanks to the author Michael S. Maurer for caring about this place in time enough to share it in earnest.  I will read it again one day I know.  Probably before the season.  This book gives another reason to believe…something I began doing the day IU named Coach Allen to the position of Head Coach.  I said it here.  I have seen the Rose Bowl stadium.  The Hoosiers will be there in the next five years.  The sooner the better.

Speaking the rights…

Danny Johnson