When I was a young child, my blond hair was nearly white. My blue eyes shown bluer when I wore blue shirts. My teeth were a bit crooked. And one ear didn’t have creases like most ears do.
Baker is starting to blow up with growth. Growth can be good, but uncontrolled growth without infrastructure to match can be a nightmare. Crestview traffic is a poster child for uncontrolled growth. And, in Baker, we don’t want to grow up to be Crestview!
I’m in a class that was recently tasked with watching two side by side 15-second videos of a woman speaking and determining which was real and which was AI generated.
Of about 25 people in the room, about 50% were able to discern which video was real. (For anyone wondering, I got it right.)
I met a gentleman a week ago who told me that his son is the pastor of a “growing church.” We like to hear churches described that way, but what does it mean? It is typically meant to communicate that the number of people attending that church is growing. No reflection on the aforementioned “growing church,” but increasing attendance is not necessarily the evidence of a growing church.
I’ll never forget my first trip to Disney World when I was a young child, probably younger than 5. Admittedly, I probably remember it more through my dad’s grumbling than through what I remember.
There is a story of how several years ago a teacher assigned to visit children in a large city hospital received a routine call requesting that she visit a particular child. She took the boy’s name and room number and was told, “We’re studying nouns and adverbs in his class now. I’d be grateful if you could help him with his homework, so he doesn’t fall behind the others.”
As Hurricane Milton came ashore last week in Florida, lives were lost. Millions of damage occurred, if not more. And there are people who survived who will have a drastically different life in the aftermath.
