Christmas morning was the best. That was when we got most of our construction gear. We spent hours building roads, moving dirt from one place to the other. The jeans we wore earned the holes in the knees and backside scrapping the dirt, gravel rocks and concrete. Our tractors and dump trucks were manual operation, […]
I didn’t like it at first. Every morning as the sun came up over the pond out front, I could feel him. It was a strange, eerie feeling. You might know the sensation that someone is looking at you. Then he would nudge me — he wanted to start the day and I was part
I was pretty young when we lived on Indigo. We were there till I was 10 maybe. These were the days every dad on the block rolled out his mower on Saturdays and cut smooth the thick St. Augustine grass that grew well in the humid Houston, Texas area. Even with the perfect mow lines
I met Darius on a beautiful Saturday at the ballpark. I was sitting in the front seat of my truck pulled up to face the backstop. Ah yes, front row seat. I made sure I jumped out each time Taylor was on the field or batting. Her coaches needed my additional coaching from the sidelines
We were sitting on the patio of a local restaurant eating our dinner and watching the kids play on a community playground. There was one slide toy that was a pipe like element with handles. The kids could hold the handles and slide across an open area to a platform then push off and return.
In 1968 I was 9. It was a simpler time back then, at least for a 9-year-old. No stress from too much television, no internet or video games, just life on life’s terms. That year an amazing film came out that captured my heart and mind, Oliver. The movie was a musical story about a
Men of Honor, Honor all men, love the brotherhood, fear God, honor the King. 1 Peter 2:17 I love that scripture. It brings up something inside me, a young warrior spirit, a sense of honor, a desire to do good. I have always felt that way but, alas, I have not always acted that way.