November is the month of the dead — dead leaves, dead saints, the dear, dead friends and neighbors we like to call the "faithful departed." We can never be absolutely sure of how faithful they were — everybody has his secret or not-so-secret sins, sometimes called "skeletons in the closet." But we do know they are departed. And we know, when we think about it, that in due time so shall we be. Which is why we try to avoid thinking about it as much as possible.
Four countries. Thirty cities. More than 60,000 miles. Almost 50 different flights. Around the world — from Chicago to Chicago — in just 30 days. It was a whirlwind flying marathon for 39-year-old Greg Krause, as he trotted the globe from September 8 through October 8 to raise awareness and funds for a mission school for orphans in Zambia.
Try to wrap your head around the hell that would break loose if the following scenario were true: The American lead character on one of the most popular comedy shows on TV “accidentally” urinates on a statue of Mohammed. Can you even fathom the fiery outrage?