Who'd Have Thought?

Forty-four years ago next week, an adrift young man just short of his nineteenth birthday borrowed his friend’s car and drove to downtown Dallas, TX, to take a test to receive his third-class radiotelephone operator’s license. A couple of hours later, he left the Commerce building with permit number P3-10-39728, having gotten 38 out of 40 questions right on his first attempt. It was the best score I received on any test during my freshman year of college. That night, I played contemporary Christian music for the first time.