south bound
It’s probably not cool to mention that tomorrow I’m headed to Florida, because it is cool—no, it is gird-your-loins COLD—pretty much everywhere else today. But I am, and I’m super excited for a day at Disney, good seafood, and some warmer temps. I’ve had cold feet since October, and I don’t mean that metaphorically.
I’m just as excited to head to my fourth or fifth Christian Standard contributing editors meeting, which is the real reason for the trip. This meeting has become such a fixture in my Januaries that I honestly can’t remember whether this is year four or five. Either way, I hope it’s not the last. Many of the contributing editors have served on the team as long as I have, and catching up on each other’s personal journeys is as meaningful as the annual planning we do for CS.
We’ll be meeting Monday-Wednesday of next week, and as always we’d love your feedback about the magazine, the weekly online edition, the website, or all three. Leave a comment here or email me (buzz@standardpub.com). Meanwhile, I’m off to choose between pink and red toenail polish. I don’t care if it is only 65 in Florida this weekend—you better believe I’m wearing sandals.

I would love to have you folks spend some time thinking about how best to encourage your correspondents to keep discussions on a “higher plane” in the Letters to the Editor blog (i.e., no insults).
I’m glad you’re spending some time together – enjoy yourselves!
Great comment. I’ll pass it along. My guess is the response will be that, by printing some of the ones you and I would identify as more contentious or “lower-plane,” they’re trying to make sure they’re including criticism as well as compliments….which is a good goal, of course. But maybe we can develop some better criteria for that part of the site. Thanks, Al.
Even better than sandals in January? Green grass, blue skies, and the occasional splashes of color tossed about the garden. . . . Yes, Florida! Oh, and did I mention that the birds don’t fly south from here? I watched some amazing sand hill cranes swoop across the lake this morning as I walked around the neighborhood—minus the northern encumbrances. No boots. No mittens. Not even a scarf. Living on the edge, I know.
By the way, I’m looking forward to seeing your fabulous nail polish in person.