A Quick Hartnagle Story

Randy Harris was good this weekend. He talked about vision. Pretty interesting stuff.

So here's a quick one about Hartnagle:

The January of my Junior year, when I had a house with Hartnagle and 3 other guys, I was in a January short course (Church Leadership with Easy Eddie). I had Renae Moore's dad staying with me, as he had a class as well, and it was just the 2 of us. For some reason the heater wasn't working, and it was getting pretty chilly at night. So the week is at an end, Mr. Moore has gone home, and it's just me sleeping there on a Friday night.

Now, this house was fairly large and drafty. It had a lot of windows and even some scary looking trees in the backyard. I didn't really care for sleeping there by myself, but I made do (I heard some strange American Indian music in the garage one night, and it kinda spooked me on the house, I can tell more later if you want me to).

So I get in bed Friday night, and I'm laying there for 45 minutes or so like I usually do. That's when I hear a noise. I had my door shut, so I couldn't see anything, just hear it. Then I start to hear voices, but I can't tell who it is, just that it is some guy. Then one of them goes in our backyard and shuts off the power! Now if the voices didn't freak me out, the fact that everything just went off did! These people here meant business! So I got a golf club out of my bag and got up next to the door.

That's when I heard a female voice, and luckily I recognized it. It was Jennifer, Hartnagle's girlfriend (and now wife). They had just driven in from Colorado, and Hartnagle was killing the breaker to try to make the heater kick back on. Whew! I saw them and showed them the golf club. It was a great night!!