This past December, while Donna Lee was in recovery from double by-pass open heart surgery, I was on the phone with my brother Bill and sister-in-law Judy. I was trying to tell them about the outpouring of love and support I had felt for Donna Lee as she was recovering.
One of the highlights of our trips to Oregon each summer is reconnecting and catching up with friends and family. This year we had the opportunity to go to dinner with the Pillar family.
Give Me Liberty
What happened to the signers of the Declaration of Independence?
Five signers were captured by the British, held as traitors, and tortured before they died. Twelve had […]
This March, I took an unexpected trip to Budapest, Hungary. Our son Loren was there coordinating stunts on a movie production project. We stayed in the marvelous Corinthia Hotel Budapest & Spa.
Last Saturday, about 5:30 PM, on my way home from the Moultrie Swap Meet in South Georgia, it was time for dinner. Thinking about my choices, I decided to stop at Captain D’s for my preferred choice, fish.
Yesterday after Donna Lee‘s cardiac rehabilitation regimen in Conyers, Georgia we popped into the Publix grocery store to do some quick shopping. By the time we finished shopping, it was getting close to noon. With all those groceries beautifully displayed around us, we were both getting hungry. I said, “Should we go home or to Crab Harbor?”
A traveler in the ancient Middle East approached a sage who was seated just outside the city gates. The traveler, curious about the people in the town, trying to decide if he should pass by or pass through the gates asked, "What kind of people dwell in this town?
Over the past three years, we’ve fallen into the Sunday habit of going straight from church to Sister’s Family Restaurant, at the corner of Miller Bottom Road and Georgia Highway 20. I love the place!
This past Saturday, at about 6:00PM, we headed off for Atlanta Hartsfield Jackson International airport. Our trip wasn’t for me to fly back to Oregon to conduct Turbo Leadership Systems’ programs, the reason I’ve gone to the Atlanta airport for over fifty times in the past three of years.