It's always a blessing when someone spells my name right and don't call me "Mike".
My good friend, Belinda Stutzman, drove over a few hours from her home in IN to share the evening with us...
No, really! I didn't mean to hit your funny bone with the mic stand...
You wouldn't hit a blind boy, would you?
Me and my big mouth...but it does the job.
Dad sharing "One Saturday In Hell". Yeah, you'd just have to hear it to understand the title.
I couldn't decide what color blue to wear.
Belinda sang the song that my Dad wrote, "Did He Hear My Cry", with me...
She composed the music for it...
And then we recorded it...only took a couple of years to do.
Big finish...