It had been a beautiful time–the stuff of dreams for the skinny boy. Twelve years old, he was on his first real camp out. The two-hour ride to the lake in the back of the old pickup truck wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as it might sound. Besides, Mr. Bell had the foresight to...
I left my childhood home at the end of my teen years, looking for a place to start out on my own. One of the prerequisites I had for the place in which I would settle was the presence of four distinct seasons. I wanted to experience winter. (Ah, the foolishness of youth!) I also...
From the pen and mouths of the same artists who lived in the intense darkness, came this joy and exhilaration for life. It seems possible that the sentiments of both songs took place on the same route, too. Notice the narrow streets in the lyrics of the first? Yep. Thevery same streets...
From the pen and mouths of the same artists who lived in the intense darkness, came this joy and exhilaration for life. It seems possible that the sentiments of both songs took place on the same route, too. Notice the narrow streets in the lyrics of the first? Yep. Thevery same streets...
August 23, 2013~Leave a comment I’m tired of walking circumspectly. There. I said it. It may be grounds for being called before the church board. The red-headed lady who raised me might not be as proud of me right now as she usually is. But, I’ve just had it with being caref...