Saturday a friend was to be in Poteau, Oklahoma promoting his books. You may have seen some of his work. He is the author responsible for the squirrel and motorcycle story. Well, I checked the distance and the weather. Poteau … Continue reading
Interesting combination today. I wore my winter hat and my summer gloves. I guess either could have gone one way or the other. The weather site reported fifty degrees; the various bank displays ranged from fifty-one to fifty-three. October is … Continue reading
Daylight Thursday was taking its sweet time arriving. I rolled over several times in the wee morning hours to check the clock and find that the time was only a few minutes later than my previous inquiry. The plan was … Continue reading
Somewhere in my youth I determined that riding a motorcycle would be cool. Most specifically, I believed that riding would make me cool. I purchased for the astonishing price of one hundred seventy-five dollars a Honda 150 Dream. I know … Continue reading
Our Sunday School lesson this past week was taken from the Gospel of Mark, chapter 8 verses 27 through 38. It’s the pivotal passage of that gospel in which Jesus asks of His disciples, “Who do you say that I … Continue reading
Remember how they used to tell us that every cigarette we smoked would cut hours off our lives and that when we quit we could save all those weeks, months, maybe even years for our life expectancy? Well I had … Continue reading
I swung my leg over the back of the big blue beast and sat for a moment in the warmth of a Monday afternoon. From somewhere, seemingly far away, a sound caught my ear and held me transfixed until all … Continue reading
Last evening we suffered defeat in one small skirmish of the war between mankind and the forces of E-ville. After Lori and I had rushed across town to share dinner with our good friend, Carolyn, a band of summer storms … Continue reading
As we rounded a curve in the lightly wooded southern Illinois countryside I caught a glimpse of her ahead and to my left bounding past someone’s house. Her tail was down, so she was not alarmed as she moved through … Continue reading
“Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose: Nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.” … Continue reading