In an earlier post I mentioned that I was reading Blue Like Jazz and that Donald Miller reminded me of Holden Caulfield from Catcher in the Rye. Tonight I was reading the last chapter of BLJ and he happened to make mention of a book he has a powerful emotional connection to... Catcher in the Rye. Who knew.

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So my soujurn to Tulsa is slowly drawing to a close. It will probably be another long while before I am back here. Excitement and relaxation has defined this little pilgrimmage. Making an emergency run to Oklahoma City so that my brother would be at his own wedding, tying balloons together for hours, waiting to receive tuxedos, seeing tons of old friends, going to a church that seems to really know the Spirit of God, hanging with the parents at a coffee shop, dumpster diving for old newspapers, sitting in with guys studying the Bible, encouraging an old friend, and eating free chips and queso with the Wednesday night regulars at El Chico are just a few of the cool things that make coming home a good thing. Tulsa will always be home, I suppose, even if I end up in some strange land like California.