Biking the Rails. (Wyatt trilogy, part 3)
Wyatt loves trains and bikes. He has a bike and knows to wear a helmet. And he always does. Once...
Wyatt loves trains and bikes. He has a bike and knows to wear a helmet. And he always does. Once...
My grandson Wyatt loves trains. When he sees or hears a train his body quivers. Once when he was two...
So, I’m driving my 4-year-old grandson Wyatt home after an all day visit at our house. He’s strapped snugly in his car...
Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around our world most every Sunday morning.
Read more about the devil’s role in my life in “This Little Light of Mine” under Let Love Arise in the menu bar.

I reached a personal milestone yesterday. Alas, there were no fireworks and no parades.

Soccer is a beautiful game, my sons told me years ago. I couldn’t see what they saw, but I’m beginning to.

I'm a soccer fan but not a fanatic. Alas, the game releases the inner barbarian.

Today is my birthday. I was born in 1947. Let's hear if for the boomers!
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