I’m sure everyone has at least once in their life gotten a paper-cut. The edge of a piece of paper so quickly slits one of your fingers. The cut is so smooth and so subtle you can barely see it. But you can surely feel...
We talked to a woman today with what had to be the world’s worst ever voice. We’re talking about a sound so offensive it could clear the room of mosquitoes. I was so relieved when she stopped talking. I did genuinely feel sorry for her....
I had plenty of fuel to get home to the Napa Valley when I departed from Redlands, California. But soon, while over the western edge of the Mohave Desert, I encountered much stronger head winds than forecast. It became evident I was going to have...
I mentioned to a friend that all last week I had spaghetti for breakfast. He thought I was daft. People don’t eat spaghetti for breakfast. When I asked him why not, the only real answer I could get from him was because...
When one is a pastor one meets a vast array of interesting people. When I am eighty I want to write a book about the “Stray Dogs and Alley Cats”* who through the years attended my church. (I need to wait until I am eighty...
It is a rare person or group of people who does not long to be exceptional. Nations build monuments to their own glory. Richard Nixon made sure his signature and title were engraved on plaques affixed to the Apollo 11 and Apollo 17 spacecrafts. I...
A sandwich is a wonderful thing. You start with two pieces of bread and the rest is all creativity. The possible combinations are infinite. The end product is a work of art spanning the culinary range of a PB&J to a Dagwood. I inherited my...
The first time I ever heard the title professor emeritus I was quite impressed. It was at a graduation service and I thought it meant the prof was super good. Little did I know it had more to do with being OLD than with the...
When I was very small my parents gave me thirty-five cents a week. Twenty-five cents was for the mission offering at church and ten cents was for me. We had a treasure land for a neighborhood store run by a man with no legs. He...
I am sitting here staring at my keyboard. (Not music – I don’t know what to do with one of those. This one has letters not black and white keys.) It is a marvelous thing. It talks. It says anything I want it to say. ...