There's a story in every life and a life in every story
A Randy Travis interview came on the radio while I drove home from work the other day.
It was recorded before his 2013 stroke, which almost cost him his life and has made communication more difficult than it once was for the singer of more than a dozen No. 1 songs.
This is less about Travis, though, than it is about the questions which creeped into my mind when I thought about how quickly things changed for him.
Hey, God.
I’m just sitting here looking up.
I guess You already know.
I know usually ask a lot of questions at times like these, and I know I hardly ever listen for the answers.
It seems like it’d be a shame to waste this cool breeze and these cricket songs on questions, though.
I just came out here to sit in this chair on the back porch and say thanks.
There are some things about the South which are strange to people who aren’t accustomed to them. I’ve noticed this on occasion through the years. One such occasion happened some time ago, when I returned to work after a short trip to Rite Aid. Continue reading “Peanuts and a bottle”
We have officially begun a new year and left last year behind.
Before the calendar flipped to 2018, I thought about something else which is just about a thing of the past. Continue reading “Handwritten letters”
Tales are meant to entertain, and sometimes inspire.
Every once in a while, the same one does both. Continue reading “Take a trip to: The forest of faces”
Dear Maelynn and Maggie,
It’s Christmas, but you two were already fast asleep when this letter was written.
In a few minutes, your first Christmas will be your first Christmas past. Continue reading “Reflections on your first Christmas”
Here we sit, on the verge of another all-star baseball and softball experience. Continue reading “Making the most of the all-star experience”
After a small band of carolers began to sing “Silent Night,” the first words of the song rose upward to Gabriel’s ears. Continue reading “A conversation for Christmas”
Yesterday I had a rare day off.
Those are few and far between, and I spent it pretty wisely.
Yesterday, a friend of mine posted this on Facebook.
I saw it.
I called it.
It works. (Dial a year between 1980 and 2013 for one of the 33 Twix Bites fails.)
It’s clean. Disclaimer: The years I dialed were clean.
It’s funny.
You’re welcome.
