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Wednesday, November 8, 2023
60 Years In 60 Days 1993
1993 Foreign Soil.
From Late 1992 to Late 1994 I lived in Russia. 1993 was the only year in my life that I was not in the United States at all. I embraced life in Russia and did not have much culture shock at all, It wasn't until I got home that I realized the impact of missing an entire year of American culture. I was able to keep up with the really important things like the Bulls Threepeat. I heard most of the major developments.
But even as recently as this week when I was watching Dave with relatives. Someone asked what year it came out and I didn't know. I can usually recall the year a movie came out by remembering what was going when I saw it. For example, I remember Ferris Buellers Day off came out in 1986 because I watched it with fellow camp counselors from Camp Manitoqua and I worked at Camp Manic Toga in the summer of 86. I remember Ordinary People came out in 1980 because we were reading the book in my sophomore English class and the class took a field trip to go see it. Dave came out in 1993. I didn't see it in the theatre so I have no reference point to the year.
The same is true about sports, t.v. and news of that period. In the 30 years since I've come home from Russia there have been multiple gaps in my shared experiences with others because of the disparity of our 1993s
Don't misunderstand me. This is not a bad thing, It's been kind of like found money. On Spotify I am often discovering albums that came out in 1993 or 1994 that I never was aware of and enjoy discovering them 30 years later.
My years in Russia were the best 2 years of my life to that point. I made lasting friendships, did worthwhile work, and was stretched in many ways. I may not have been in the U.S. in 1993 but I certainly had found a home.
Tuesday, May 16, 2023
Tuesday, March 7, 2023
Remembrances of a Lost Friend
I graduated High School in 1983 at the age of 18. In 1987 when many of my classmates were completing their undergraduate studies I moved to Macomb, Illinois, and began attending Western Illinois University. I saw those years as a time to learn but also an opportunity to be involved in ministry. I came onto campus and became part of the leadership team of the local ragtag chapter of Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship.
Like most campuses, ours had a new student fair each year. I helped man the I-V table. I met many people that day and many signed up for more information. One of those people was an 18-year-old freshman by the name of Frank Charles Rusan the fifth. I don't remember if I met him at the table or later when I visited him in his dorm room. Frank didn't introduce himself as Frank Charles Rusan V, I just remember his middle name because it is also my middle name.
Frank started attending a Bible Study I was leading. He and I became good friends during his time at WIU. Before I met Frank I knew very few people who lived in Chicago even though I grew up in the Chicago suburbs. Frank was the first black person I really got to know. Frank and I both had a vision of breaking the color barriers of our campus's Christian ministries. In his freshman and sophomore year, I visited the campus black church with him on many occasions. The services were much longer and had so many different types of worship than I was used to. I remember singing songs like Jesus is on The Mainline (Tell Him What You Want.).
I remember one day I was in Frank's room after a bible study and I don't remember exactly what he said but the gist was "Dave, you love people, you treat them with respect. You could be black. He meant it and I took it as a compliment. It reminds me now of something that happened a few years after that during my first year as a missionary in Russia. I was in the home of my friend Vladimir. His dad who was also named Vladimir was sitting with us at a table drinking tea with family. Vladimir's dad commented something along the line that with me sitting at the table with them enjoying fellowship with them it was like he had another son. Both those comments reminded me that even though blacks and whites and Russians and Americans have a history of mistrusting each other, true Christian fellowship transcends race and nationality.
Frank graduated from Western in 1991 and we lost track of each other soon after that. From time to time over the years I would think about him and our times together and wonder what he was up to. Every few years I would google him without any success.
Yesterday, my wife, oldest daughter, and I were volunteering for Compassion International by handing out sponsorship packets at an event in Rockford, Illinois. The Event was the 2023 Soar Awards a gospel music awards show. We were about the only white people in attendance.
When you volunteer at an event like this, there is a lot of downtime between responsibilities. During those times I listened to the music emanating from the stage, and started thinking about Frank. I thought this might be the exact kind of place I could run into him. Perhaps in an act of symmetry, he would be manning one of the many ministry tables set up inside the atrium of the theatre. I decided to google Frank and see if I had success locating him this time.
This beautiful tribute page is what alerted me that Frank had died almost 5 years ago. Frank is the third (as for as I know) of friends who I met during my first year at WIU who have passed away. I wish I had reconnected with Frank before he died but I don't feel any deep regret. Reading all the tributes I realized that Frank had continued to be the same type of person he had been in college, faithful, available, teachable, and a person who radiated Christ. There are many testimonies of him caring for people, praying for them, and being genuinely concerned for others. This is the Frank I knew and loved and it brings me solace to know he continued to walk in that way for another quarter of a century before passing on to eternity with God in Heaven.
Monday, April 19, 2021
P is for Prokofiev

My Theme will be Capitals. Due to the random nature of my blog, and specifically my mind, each entry may only be somewhat related to the capital mentioned. For example, it is entirely possible that Friday April third's entry will feature the Krispy Kreme themed love song I wrote in 1995 because I wrote it while living in Columbia, South Carolina where I encountered my first Krispy Kreme.
I mention that here. because today's post about Sergei Prokofiev will tell you probably a lot more about me than Prokofiev. But let's at least start with Prokofiev.
Sergei Prokofiev
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
Comedian By Steve Taylor
I lived in Russia between the end of 1992 and the end of 1994. During those 2 years abroad, I missed many things. By missed I don't mean longed for, although I certainly did miss Mountain Dew and Lou Malnatis's pizza by that definition and was glad when my brother brought those along when he visited me. I also don't mean by miss that I wasn't there for it, yet heard about. While I want there for the Bronco chase , Nolan Ryan's pummeling of Robin Ventura, Michael Jordan's retirement announcement , or the birth of my first niece, I was acutely aware of all 4.
No, what I mean by missed is there were some events that I did not hear about until I was back in the states, sometimes for several years. Some of these were deaths of famous people, others were books, movies, or music that came out during that time. It wasn't uncommon to hear someone talk about a movie I had never heard of, only for me to ask if it came out in 1993 or 1994 and quite often it had. Finally, I had to come to grips that due to my decision to leave the U.S. and plant a church in Russia in the early 1990's that there would be indeed certain things that I left behind and missed entirely. I never regretted that decision and certainly experienced many more things that I would have never experienced in the states had I stayed put.
Over the past few years I have realized that I have experienced another gap without leaving the U.S. for more than a fortnight every 10 years or so. I experienced it today when I was playing with my Spotify account in between classes. There was a recommended song by Steve Taylor and some band he was in and I had never heard of the song or the band. Now not to be confusing Steve Taylor uses to front for a band called Some Band. So, I am not referring to them. The name of the band is The Perfect foil, and according to Wikipedia it is an alt. rock supergroup featuring artists from 2 more of my favorite groups (Peter Furler from Newsboys & Jimmy Abegg from (A Ragamuffin Band). What was odd is this super group was formed in 2010, and I was only just hearing about it 11 years later. Not really odd when you think that in 2010 I was homeschooling my 3 children all under the age of 11. Listening to old music on c.d.s is something I did when I had the occasional spare time. Keeping up with music was not something I invested much time in. Again, I would not trade that time in my life for anything but it does explain how a song like Comedian stayed off my radar for so long.
A nice thing about discovering something you missed from long ago is that when you do eventually discover it, you also discover many other things alongside it. In finding out more information in this missing chapter of Steve Taylors musical journey I discovered a blog that writes an awful lot about Christian Music and other topics that interest me. It is a blog by Keith Shields called Thirst and he does an entire post about this song. I encourage you to do what he suggests in his post which is listen to this song (I have put the Spotify link below at the same time you read the lyrics to the song and then read how the song affected him. (The link to his post is here.)
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Keith for 50
Today is my brother Keith's birthday. He would have turned 50 today. He died in April of 2009 at the age of 38. Over the years I have written a lot about his life and death many of those posts can be found by clicking here.
Over the years I have also written about a musician friend of mine Allen Levi. He also lost a brother and chronicled their story in an excellent memoir called The Last Sweet Mile. I mislaid my copy a few years ago when we moved into our current house. It is probably in a box in the basement some where.
I found 2 posts I wrote about Keith that I wanted to share. One was written on 11/11/11 which was a birthday he has been looking forward to as it resonated firmly in his mathematical mind. The other was written a year earlier than that when he would have turned 40. I will reprint it here as it is also features the aforementioned Allen Levi.
Big 40 minus the birthday boy
Thursday, April 2, 2015
B is for Bibimbap (Thing)
Day 2 of nouns. Did a person yesterday. Today a thing is on the docket. Tomorrow, we will do a place, but after that it will be up for grabs. We might go place, place, thing, person, place, person. Who knows? All I know is that there will be nouns and there will be plenty of them.
Today's thing is bimimbap. Which up until a few minutes ago, I had never typed, or printed, or wrote in cursive. I had eaten it. Boy, had I eaten it. Bibimbap is a Korean dish and looks like this ...
Friday, April 27, 2012
Lessons From A Train
One of my favorite stories I like to tell from my time in Russia has to do with waiting for a train. I used to travel from the city I lived in to a neighboring city twice a month. I would leave by train at about 5:00 A.M. while it was still dark and get back into my town by about 8 P.M.
One morning I was waiting in line to board the train. It was January and about 20 below outside. I lived in an area that had large populations of Russians of Korean descent as well as Chinese peddlers. Both types of people were often looked down on by the "white" Russians.
On this particular morning, there was an Asian man in front of me who the train official was haggling with for not having the proper documentation. While I couldn't fully hear or understand their conversation it was clear by their manner the Asian man was not being treated with respect. A second train official started getting into the act and then noticed me waiting and said
something like don't worry about that foreigner go help that man he is one of ours. By ours I was pretty sure she meant Russian because I was certainly dressed like one and as long as I didn't talk I sounded like one. I got on the train.
Dictionary.com defines xenophobe as a person who fears or hates foreigners, strange customs, etc. It always struck me funny that the Asian man was possibly a Russian citizen and at least no less of a citizen than myself , but it was I who was treated as the citizen because I looked the same.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Encouragment
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
How to say Marshmallow in Russian

Play-A-Ways - A play a-way is an audio book in it's own mp3 type player. They are available at our public library. When we go on a long trip (like this one to Michigan) The kids and sometimes the adults get some Play-a-ways from the library. Our kids love books and listening to books in the car is one of their favorite ways to pass the time,
Madlibs, Random and other word games.
Random is a game I was taught in 1986. I have been a devotee for more than a quarter century now. Here is a previous post about it. Mad Libs and Random are great games because they are both fun and educational. I guess mostly fun.
Kid Directed Play.
The kids create games that they play on car rides. The ones they play most often are the frowning game, which is very similar to Make me Laugh and the Dolphin Game, where they pretend they are workers or animals in a zoo. Amy and I can entertain ourselves just listening to them.
We do lots of other things on car trips, but that's a pretty good list for now. I'll be back tomorrow with some Donuts.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Boring, a nice place to visit.
- Website with some interesting facts about Boring, MD.
- Website describing Boring, OR as an exciting place to live.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Fragments of photos Ipod Edition
I am at a waiting room, cleaning out the pictures from my i-pod. many of them were for blog posts that I haven't quite got to yet. So here's a few fragments about them.
Photo Fragment 1
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Two Questions Thursday: Things I've always wanted to do edition.

It was the kid next to me :(
My wife and kids went a few years ago but I had to work.

So that's it for me and my questions. I am looking forward to your answers. I'll be back on Friday to talk about our time at the circus. For more of this week's questions click here.
A Quote to Start Things Off
Snow Kidding!
These "kids" now range from 19 to 25
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