Jimi Hendrix Memorial. Renton, WA

Posted in Uncategorized on May 19, 2017 by gerilewis001


In my opinion three players actually changed the way electric guitar is played. First of all Les Paul, secondly Jimi Hendrix and finally Eddie Van Halen.

Jimi Hendrix the iconic and legendary guitar player confounded players such as Jimmy Page, Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck. When Jimi debuted in England, the already established soon to legends in their own right clamored to watch  and listen to Jimi play. They could not figure out what he was doing exactly nor how he achieved his sound. Just as Jimi confounded the brits he and entertains and inspires  million upon millions of people world wide.


Jimi’s memorial is in Renton, Washington very close to Seattle. The memorial is open to visitors most of the year. Three notables struck me about the memorial. First of all the lipstick kisses all over the marble facade and the lack of any mention Jimi is a US. Army veteran. Finally the simple markers at the front of the memorial listed an Ayako Hendrix. Being a student of Japanese and Japanese culture I was struck Jimi has Japanese ancestry in his family. Well, I would bet my bottom dollar Ayako is a Japanese name. In any as I am a huge Jimi fan I was pleased to make the pilgrimage.

Finding A Spiritual Home. Jesus, Seattle, Olympia, and a rain forest.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on May 16, 2017 by gerilewis001

Road tripping across the beautiful state of Washington.

After visiting the Jimi Hendrix Memorial in Renton, watching a buddy in a pool tourny in Tacoma and chating with folks in Olympia as dusk became night. I paused for a night camping in the Olympic Peninsula, planning to continue along the coast via Highway 101. As I bedded down the rain a soft and constant drum beat to the majestic symphony of the night time rain forest. I commit ed myself to prayer and before long the first light of day. Rising and thanking the Lord for another day, I boiling a pot of H20 I dipped the wash cloth in the water/ The warm wash cloth steamed in the cool air as I applied the soap and water to my face. It felt great. As I boiled another pot of water for coffee, I changed my mind as to continuing along the coast.

I decided to head into Seattle. I am sure this is the Holy Spirit prompting me to fellowship and something I cannot quite put my finger on. I found myself on Jackson St. This area of Seattle I quickly learned is a traditional Black neighborhood. I stopped in to one of the the ubiquitous Starbucks on 24th Ave and Jackson St. Searching the internet on my phone, I located a church that I thought was interesting. Bethel Christian Church.

As I had a few hours to wait until the service began, I sat down at a large table and began to read the news paper. Before long, several locals sat down and began small talk. Sports and the like. Three Black and two White fellows. All of the men appeared to be in their 50s and in relatively good physical condition save one man who seemed to be in his 70s. He also looked to be in decent physical shape. We talked fishing, sports and music. The fellowship was quite wonderful. I learned Jackson St was in its heyday much like Central Ave in Los Angeles during the during the 1920s-1950s. An enclave for Black Americans. The area at this time a center for Jazz players, military on furlough and beehive of activity. As the hours elapsed I bid my farewells thanking the men for the conversation.
The Bethel Christian Church is only a block away from the Corner of 24th And Jackson St. It was a quick walk. I noticed many Muslims women and several men. I reflected on the bulletin board in the Starbucks. There were many flyers about refugee relocation. I passed a Masonic Hall which appeared to be converted to an apartment building. I got to admit my experience in the army and in Mindanao has prejudiced me towards Muslims. I get jittery and suspicious around Muslims. I have to confront my prejudice. Did I ask anybody if they were Muslim? How do I know if they are Muslim? So what if they are? Did these folks do anything to me? I remind myself what Jesus taught- Matthew 25:40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ 41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. I most surely do not want this to happen to me when I finally meet the Lord Jesus. I correct myself and my attitude.
As I walk into the Bethel Christian Church I am given a warm welcome. Yet the look of mild surprise the saints cannot completely hide. I don’t think the good folks at Bethel have many believers such as myself walk in the door. Not that it really matters in my book or their’s either I believe.
The BCC Choir and Praise team sang wonderfully as did the musicians in their accompaniment.

Being Mother’s Day the welcome and sermon were given by women of the church. Sister Felicia Drain and Evangelist Donnell Davis both gave spirited and informative messages, encouragement and challenges to the saints. I immediately reflected on my encounters just 20 min prior to service. Bishop Tomas Davis recognized the City of Refuge Church (from my info card) and Bishop Noel Jones.

Thank you to saints and Bishop Davis for the Word of God and welcome! Thank you to Bishop Noel Jones, Elder Brock, Evangelist Lane, Minister Matthew Robinson and the City of Refuge for their ministry.




Lords of Seatown. Marginal Way Sk8 Park. Northwest Skateboarding

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on May 15, 2017 by gerilewis001

Skateboarders are a peculiar group. That is for certain. Those that stick around longer than a cursory adolescent interest are rugged and ragged, daring and fierce. None of the tribe would readily admit as much as it would never strike many of us to consider the aforementioned description. It is acquired with the territory.

Looking down the barrel of 60 years of age,  my skateboarding ability has declined but not my membership in the family or nor my affection for the afflicted.
Jay Meer and the Pacific Northwest clan have it bad. The D.I.Y skateparks they have built under freeways and bridges is a testament to their dedication to the sport/art/lifestyle/

The latest assembly of Pacific Northwest skaters and others took place at Marginal Way in Seattle, WA. Jay and crew hosted the urethane tainted shindig in part to raise funds for upkeep and maintenance of the skatepark and of course to fellowship and have a good time.
I got my skate on and ate tens of delicious tacos as the bands and dj laid a sound track to the grinding, clapping, shouting and of course wheels rolling over concrete.

Keep ’em grinding Jay and friends. I salute you!