Golf Clubs, Mistakes, and Sins
I do not claim to know anything about golf, given the fact that I only play putt-putt and that not very well. I gave real golf a try a few times back in high school and college, but I quickly discovered that I had to make a choice between it and religion. No, I don't mean I grew to love golf so much that it was competing with my faith. To the contrary. I was terrible at the game, and it brought out the worst in me. Close to 50 years later, I'm still embarrassed by my behavior
8 hours ago5 min read
Making Memories
This summer's session of Camp Fort Valley is in the books. By the grandparents' reckoning, it was a raging success, meaning we didn't lose a kid or visit an Emergency Room. We do have a little sleep to make up, but two days with my favorite three year old boy and six year old girl are well worth it. Next year, Bennett, my favorite one year old boy and the youngest of our grandkids, will hopefully be old enough to join the fun. Summer Camp always means a trip to Pearson's for
4 days ago2 min read
No Flag? No Red, White, and Blue?
I learned something recently that shocked me. It was on social media, but I personally know many of the people posting, so I'm confident the sentiments expressed are real, which makes me very sad. Our nation's 250th birthday is upon us and I come to find out that a portion of the population doesn't really feel like celebrating. It seems that they don't feel good about flying their American flag or wearing red, white, and blue, and it all stems from the fact that they're profo
Jul 33 min read
The Little Things
For all I know, my mother mixed a little Heinz 57 in with my bottles as a baby. I say that for the simple reason that I can't recall my first taste of the stuff, but I'm almost certain it was love, true love, right from the start. At least on my part. It's steak sauce, so I, of course, put it on my steak as a kid and I have ever since, even though it offends my sons, both of whom believe a steak properly cooked needs no condiment. "You're covering up the taste of the meat," t
Jun 203 min read
Me and Mr. Buzzard
I'm giving you fair warning. This blog entry is rather gross, and not for the weak of stomach. Were my mother alive today, she'd read it and offer the following succinct review - "That's not very ministerial, Herbie." And, then she would cackle in laughter. First, a little backstory. My father taught me many lessons that I've carried throughout my life. Some were taught through words, others by example. One of those lessons was that we should appreciate buzzards for their rol
Jun 105 min read
