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Peddling my bike on Stonewall streets that sunny morning was rewarding in itself but I was thinking it would be better if I had someone to ride along with me. As was so often the case, I didn’t see any prospects that morning on my way back home but I did see a big flat-bed-truck backed up to the old Garrett house on the corner of Broadway and 8 th street. I feared the worst remembering who had lived there before—an old man who was a complainer and grouch. Then I saw a boy’s bike being set off the truck. It looked to be about the right size.
Read moreThis Sunday is Mother’s Day. A very special time for many of us who have such special memories of our very special mothers. When I was a child, my mom was the person I ran to when I was in pain or hurting. Or when I was worried about God and other celestial matters, you can be sure I ran to her for advice. She was my first advisor after I learned I needed to give my life to Jesus. She never gave me any bad advice in these matters.
Read moreIt’s just about May and this heralds’ observations of many important days. Graduations take place and so does Mother’s Day and Memorial Day. I don’t know where we will hold the Memorial Day ceremonies this year, in the cemetery or at the school’s auditorium, but the date is May 30. Stay tuned. But speaking of Memorial Day I think of some of the heroes of my own heart. One of them is from Texas but he was sort of local to me.
Read moreLately we have all watched in wonder and some distress as Russia’s Putin announced that he was going to invade the Republic of Ukraine. Reasons given were sort of vague. President Putin said he was going in there and get rid of the Nazi’s that he said had taken over the country.
Read moreIt was a warm soft summer night in 1947 and I was walking home. I saw 5 of my peers sitting in front of the Main Café. Just sitting there. Their feet somewhat appropriately in the gutter. I detoured and joined them. I noticed one thing different though. There was a brand-new Cadillac parked right in front of the café. The conversation was, uh, well I don’t remember except we talked about the new car. New cars weren’t common in 1947 — right after the war — but there sat this one. Its door swung open and the driver came over and stood in front of our group of 12 and 13 year old boys. Most of us had taken up smoking cigarettes. And some of us were smoking. Or trying to.
Read moreSometimes you just can’t win. I remember long ago when I was in the Navy. We had just completed a port call in Yokosuka, Japan. Its duration was two weeks but the first day we pulled out I saw this real long line of sailors on the hanger deck. I learned that the USS Lexington crew (1,100 of them) was the worse infected crew in the 7 fleet. That long line of sailors were waiting for medical attention for their recently caught VD. I went up to my workstation and learned all about it. Not any of my guys were infected. In fact, it was all on the deck divisions and some of our so called “air dales” who had gone ashore and partaken of the shore delights they should have avoided.
Read moreOur new year is finally here. So is winter. One thing I did first this year was call my sister Sue. She is now in an assisted living home up in Edmond and I was happy to find she received a new phone for Christmas. It is easier to use, so she thinks. I hope she is right. We have had a history of tough luck trying to communicate over her old one. Sue is 4 years younger than me, and we enjoy our time during phone visits. I went to church yesterday and the preacher spoke quite a bit about time. He noted, correctly how we waste it, how we can’t control it or stop it from passing. So true.
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