Give Me The Beat Boys

By Karen Friday

Have you ever lost the beat? Like clapping to a song? It happens in church and concerts. Out of sync people who merrily enjoy the music undaunted by their lack of groove.

My son Caleb’s natural flair for rhythm ups the ante in drumming skills. He rocks the house every week at Believers church in our worship band.

A bent towards keeping the beat runs in the family—at least for the guys. My husband Mike is a talented drummer. Like father, like son. Me? Not so much.

Mike and I started dating in college. He lived with his parents in town. Away from home, I grew fond of hanging out at the Friday’s. A poor college student in desperate need of home-cooked meals and family sentiments. Well, and the fact that a cute guy lived there.

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