In 1975 I worked in a lumber yard in a small town in East, central Kansas. I drove large lumber trucks with loads of materials to new home building sites. And I drove a forklift to load and unload the trucks. I also took orders, made sales, and even shoveled loads of sand into backs of pickups. Plus, I thought about how the end … Read the rest…
So, here we are in the first week of January 2022. And it’s been cold and a little snowy here in the shadow of Pike’s Peak. But ever since October it’s been quite dry. So, I don’t think anybody’s gonna complain if it snows even a lot more. And I remember a day, in May, when it was more than a little snowy. Yeah, … Read the rest…
I know I’m not better than you if I say I’m a Christian and you say you’re not. I’m just better off than you because I know when I’m finally absent from this body, I’ll be “present with the Lord“. So, at the very least, I have hope. Because I have a future. Jesus promised, if I believe and trust in Him, I’ll have eternal … Read the rest…
I’ve heard this from more than one person in literally every place I’ve ever lived. Regardless of whether it was in the South, Southeast, Midwest, Southwest, or West. And I’ve heard it from more than one person in literally every place I’ve ever visited. “If you don’t like the weather, wait a little while, and it’ll change.” Or something to that effect. Like the … Read the rest…
It was one of those weird things. And don’t ask what led me to such odd search engine results. But dream dust is apparently an issue for some people. And when I say “issue,” I mean it’s not good. People apparently dream of dust. And apparently those dreams reveal dark (and dare I say “sinister”) thoughts. Who’d’ve thunk a search for dream dust would … Read the rest…
Several years I wrote a post about the lazy days of summer in eastern Kansas. Not because I thought Kansas was different from the rest of the country. But because that’s where I spent the summers of my formative school years. And now I don’t see those lazy days of summer anywhere. They’re long gone. Because, these days, most kids aren’t interested in sitting … Read the rest…
I used to wear out a can of tennis balls pretty fast. And on a regular basis, too. I loved the game so much that, if I couldn’t find someone to play, I’d practice against a brick wall of an elementary school in a small town in Kansas. I had the latest tennis balls, shoes, rackets, and other gear. And I found a game … Read the rest…