I felt so sneaky, creeping along in old Pummel Hall where Dad was teaching one of his freshman New Testament classes. I peeked into the tiny window to make sure he had started his lecture and signaled to the woman standing beside me. Since Dad is "Greek in his heart," Cindi and I had hired a belly dancer to surprise him for his 50th birthday.

Dad appeared to be at a loss for words when we entered the room. He was surprised that his class was being interrupted, surprised to see the belly dancer, and surprised to see me. I said, "Happy Birthday," the class giggled and the belly dancer led him to a chair in the front row. She started the music and began dancing. She danced right in front of him and when she twirled her scarves around his neck and over his head, the class roared.
-- Kay