Tony Bennett may have left his heart in San Fransisco among cobblestoned hills and cable cars. I left mine -- at least a piece of it -- between Cheaha and Piedmont among the kudzu-covered foothills of Calhoun County, Alabama. In particular, in Anniston.
The last paper has been written and turned in. The last presentation has been given. The last, the last, the last.
It's been more than a good year. It's been a gift.
I mean, how can you not have a good year when you've been given an all-expenses paid master's degree?
Oh sure, we paid in brain cramps from more than a few long nights reading academic studies and then writing, writing, writing.
But, all in all, it was a marvelous gift.
I gained new respect for journalists and academics alike. I learned to navigate a new community quickly. I made new friends.
And then there was the music.
From being stretched by singing with the Civic Chorale to learning shape-note music singing ... and the sung liturgy of the church I attended and learning that William Levi Dawson was actually from Anniston -- a second marvelous gift.
Now it's over.
Now the Knight Fellows go their separate ways.
Now I move on.
I don't know what the future holds. But I know Who holds the future.
And that it's about the Giver more than the gifts.
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