Take Aim
Last night we watched our 11-year-old grandson Dylan compete with his team in the Southeast United States Regional Archery Competition. Just after his non-scoring warm-up round, he came back, said something to his dad.
Last night we watched our 11-year-old grandson Dylan compete with his team in the Southeast United States Regional Archery Competition. Just after his non-scoring warm-up round, he came back, said something to his dad.
I was back in Ypsilanti for just a few days before my freshman term at Eastern Michigan University began. I got a job at Marsh Office Supply with the promise of being given on opportunity to sell office machines and reopened my bicycle repair business.
This past week, as a part of our trip to southwest Georgia, we visited Plains, GA the birthplace of the 39th President of the United States, James Earl "Jimmy" Carter. We were greeted like old friends at the visitor’s center just outside of town.
The regimentation and senseless routine made the Army a bad fit. Most recruits seemed to think and often said, “I'm just putting in my time.”
Last Saturday after spending much of the day Friday cleaning up my 1937 Ford four-door street rod, I headed off for the cruise-in in Buford, GA about 30 miles away. This was the longest trip I’ve taken in the car.