Thursday, March 29, 2007

Ah, the good old days...

Holy Week begins in three days. I have about 8 services to prepare yet (for which I should count myself lucky - I know pastors who have close to twice that because they serve larger parishes or multiple point charges). I have stuff I should be doing. But, tonight, I just spent an hour reminiscing and playing Oregon Trail. The same exact version I played in third grade every day. Sure, there are newer versions. But none can compare to the one I knew and loved. I made it to Oregon with food to spare, but I did manage to lose one of the members of my wagon. Alas!

3 comments:

wes said...

I haven't thought of that game in years :) My favorite part was always hunting, in fact I don't think I ever made it to Oregon because I would spend all my money on bullets and just say in one spot an hunt :P

Anonymous said...

Dang you!;-p That was a couple of hours gone. It was a blast from the past. Also try number munchers

karen said...

I wanna play too!!!
Silly computer doesn't want me to, it seems :(

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