Sander Roscoe Wolff

Oct 22 2005

Service

I’ve been attending the Agape International Spiritual Center for several years now and have volunteered my humble services, such as they are, to the audio and video teams. For a good long while I was working on Wednesday nights, helping with audio set-up, and assisting the sound engineer who was located on a balcony at the back of the sanctuary. During the service, this consisted of setting up and tearing down mics for soloists, conveying messages via wireless clearcom headset to the engineer, and generally making sure that things ran smoothly. Although I enjoyed this work a great deal, and especially loved the wonderfully talented musical artists, I felt that my absence from our happy home mid-week was at odds with my commitment to being a good husband and step-dad. So, I gave up that aspect of my service.

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Oct 22 2005

Night Sky

Published by Sander under Art,Family,Gratitude

A few weeks ago I wandered out of the house for some forgotten reason and, much to my surprise, saw this in the night sky. I realized that it probably wasn’t a jet trail from a plane, mostly because it was so twisty. Also, although it is hard to tell in the pic, and even in real life, the thing was quite vast. At first I thought it was a failed rocket test, and the fuel trail had drifted from the sea over to us. I found out, sometime later, that it was from a spent rocket booster used in launching a satelite. Still, it was quite lovely and breathtaking.

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Oct 19 2005

A Dark & Stormy Night

Published by Sander under Prose

A Dark & Stormy Night
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©

[Note: This is a work of fiction, written as a gift for my friend Judy. She likes to be scared. Really!]

The small plane shook briefly. Kurt seemed tense, and Judy simply turned pale and held on.

“I think we should find a place to land, sweetie,” Kurt said in his nicest, everything-is-ok voice.

The weekend getaway was spur of the moment. It was easy to hop in Kurt’s 2-seater single prop plane and go to Napa, Tucson, or New Mexico in a few hours. Often, when time allowed, Judy and Kurt would fly to little, out of the way places just for fun. That was the plan they had for today.

The summer storm came upon them quickly and, seemingly, from nowhere. Kurt, a seasoned flying veteran, lowered his altitude and started looking for a place that could accommodate his plane….

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Oct 19 2005