I’ve never been so pleased at being told to take my business elsewhere.
Beware of things that go BANG!!! in the night. Chances are, they’re gonna cost you.
Among the things I find utterly confounding about soccer is “stoppage time” (a.k.a. “time added on”).
A friend told me about his recent bout with vertigo, and I came away from the conversation amazed. Continue reading
‘Ace’ rhymes with ‘grace’…or so I was reminded earlier this week, when my ‘baby brother’ Phil carded a hole-in-one at Franklin County Country Club.
I’m pleased as punch for him. I’m also jealous as hell.
The long holiday weekend proved fruitful, for everything except blogging.
Eight armored doors. That’s what stood between our incarcerated brothers and freedom…when we presented a Kairos Weekend to them at a supermax prison in 2012. Those eight doors, plus an ever-jangling assortment of handcuffs and leg-irons.