My husband, Dale, and I lived in England from 2005-2009 while stationed in the U.S. Air Force. Each year, we tried to get tickets to the Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo, but the tickets sold out so fast we were never quick enough to purchase them. It wasn’t until nine years later, after Dale had retired and we lived in Tennessee, that we decided to try and purchase these fast-selling tickets and return to the United Kingdom to attend one of the most popular military tattoos in the world.
For a little while, the world of my everyday was the place where the religious go to confront their genesis. I walked ancient lands of ageless beliefs where the patriarchs and pariahs, the messengers and messiahs, the baptized and the baptizers, once lived and loved and died. I met the modern-day Philistines — the people of Goliath — and the descendants of the Assyrians and Nubians. I stood in the Red Sea and the Dead Sea.
As I consider the implications of retiring from a university that I have served for over 17 years, I have explored various locales that could serve as a future base of operations. One such city is Austin, Texas.