Looking at other blogs in which Christian and Christianity is mentioned or is the topic, I ran across Nan’s Notebook. She posted an article with the title If you are a Christian. . . in which she relates and speaks about a comment she ran across in another blog: “I experienced a slow and somewhat … More Klip in Die Bos
Heading through Atlanta, Georgia, from Interstates 75, 85, and 20 requires a trucker bypass the city unless actually delivering there. Interstate 285 makes a large ring road around the town, bypassing most of the city, which lies within the ring. There are a great number of cities that offer alternate routes that bypass the main … More Bypass
This was the lead in to an article posted to the University of Idaho website by an unnamed, and I’m assuming by the way he wrote (overlooking grammatical errors), professor or lecturer. (Click Title to See Complete Post) Interesting, isn’t it? Think about it. L-RD Bless, Keep, Shine. . .
Along the way, on what is often called the path of life, I’ve met a lot of incredible people. I admire them all so very much. A few became friends that I reconnect with now and then. Mostly, though, I’ve met men and women and simply shared a moment just chatting a bit, and each … More Along the Way
It’s the worse thing a bottle collector can face. For some years in the late 1960s, I scrounged bottles from trash cans, the sides of the road, and in gutters along the town street. I redeemed the bottles for cash. That money went toward groceries, gas, and a long way toward paying the rent. Occasionally … More No Deposit. No Return
In the garden on Thursday afternoon, Padron 7000 Maduro (cigar), a glass of water, and the fish darting about the pond. Alan Jackson sings, “Leaning on the everlasting arms. . .” Some bugs are daring to come near despite the Tiki torches lite, one to my front right, the other just behind and to … More Returns
It really is more of a reorganization, rather than a total reconstruction. I changed the WordPress theme. While doing so, couldn’t find the photo of the sun shining over the main sail on Cassandra, my Cape Dory. Then I just added a filler for the moment, or so I thought. It dawned on me, the … More More of a Reorganization