“The bus farm is where the buses go to sleep. The yellow buses don’t come, only the orange buses.” ~ Phoebe Growing up I can remember chasing searchlights that swung across night skies. Though mom probably drove us straight there, for me it was a mystery. A work of geometry my basic math mind could […]
Read more "Bus Farm…"On Tuesday I arrived in the office. Spoke with Ellen and updated her on my day. Then I left for a meeting. When I returned, she was gone… Rain: On Saturday the whole family went to the Royals game for Eric Hosmer bobble-head night. It was a good game – the Royals are undefeated when […]
Read more "Rain"“I thought you were the Captain?” ~ Ivy This morning – after pancakes and bacon, a first day of school breakfast… tomorrow cereal returns – Ivy and I played pirates on the deck. We were caught up in a storm and then attacked by bad pirates. I broke out my trusty “arghh” pirate voice and we […]
Read more "Captain"Greg, my pastor in Augusta, grew up on a dairy farm. So for staff retreat one year we made a stop at his dad’s farm. We were able to milk cows. And while we were there his dad was in the middle of an artificial insemination. Let me step back. The farm world is high-tech. […]
Read more "Steak…"The epic struggle of badminton normally centers in backyards. There dad tries to get the net untangled and up – all while not breaking any of the support stakes… but the Olympic sport has nothing to do with set-up and everything to do with hitting birdies at 200mph. That is unless you are playing doubles […]
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