Whenever I travel by air, I fight a tinge of I-don’t-know-what while waiting to board the plane. The gate attendant announces for the “elite” travellers to board first. They march right past the rest of us second class travelers and board the plane at will, zipping through the “priority lane” while the rest of us wait […]
While sitting in a parking lot, I just watched a fire truck scream by on the road in front of me. I heared it comming from way up the street. The distracted drivers in the busy traffic did not hear and respond immediately, but eventually they parted a bit disjointedly as the fire truck weaved
The pool is closed. We put the cover on it yesterday, but not before I took one last swim. The water was a cool 72 degrees. The air was just a little warmer, and the sun was shining through a clear blue sky. The sparkling fresh water was just daring me to jump in. I did
Peace and piece can’t get along very well. If God doesn’t get your whole heart, you end up with a hole in your heart.
We received a brochure in the mail this past weekend. The catch-phrase on the front said, “Life’s too short to clean your own home.” I had to read it twice. It sounded crazy. Now it has me thinking, and I am coming up with more questions than answers. If life is too short to clean
I think I would rather be a crow than a hummingbird. Crows are smart. Hummingbirds are not. I realized this fact this past weekend, when a hummingbird flew into our garage and could not find his way back out. The large garage door was wide open, but still, he buzzed about inside, incapable of figuring out
I went fishing and the fish caught me. That’s right. Somewhere in a remote lake in Canada, there is a fish who tells his buddies a whopper of a human story. I doubt they believe him though because thankfully, I am “the one that got away.”
This is a rest area blog post. I am writing it on my cell phone while sitting at an I-75 rest area somewhere between Chattanooga and Atlanta. I was getting tired of driving, so I am taking a break. If I stopped at every rest area along the way, it might be tough to make
I purchased a banjo a couple of weeks ago. After two weeks of testing, I am fairly certain that one may not play a banjo and be sad at the same time. If a sad person tries to play the banjo, either they will become happy in very short order, or they will promptly put
I ate at McDonalds for lunch today. I proudly marched right in and I didn’t even have a kid with me. I even liked the food. There. I’ve said it. What almost no one else will admit. Ask just about anybody about McDonalds and they will get this high-brow look on their face as they