A few years ago, my friend, the Illinois Wesleyan District Superintendent, Dr. Ray Barnwell and I were scheduled for an early morning flight after a week of teaching together in North Carolina. Our mutual friend, John Vernon, offered to put us up the night before at a care facility he managed, Wesleyan Arms Nursing Home. “We often have extra room,” he noted, “and would gladly host you for the evening.” That sounded like splendid idea! So, Ray and I were dropped, suitcases in hand, at the doorstep of the nursing home. Ray leaned towards me and whispered, “As soon as we’re settled in, I challenge you to a game of checkers in the day room!” “You’re on!” I replied, “as long as we can catch some Lawrence Welk before the night is through!” We entered the lobby, where a kind hearted receptionist glanced up from behind the welcome desk and smiled. “Can I help you?” I replied, “John Vernon said we could have a room here tonight.” “Oh? He did,” she responded, perplexed. “Hmmm.