The house on 45th Street is two doors down from the church. This affords the residents ample parking. A large white sign on a pole announces that the church hosts a twelve step recovery programme. “How convenient,” I thought when I moved in, but have been studiously otherwise engaged throughout the sessions. Apparently such meetings […]
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Now that I’ve started painting after an abstinence of maybe two decades, I’m kind of in the groove again. (I don’t count painting walls or fences as real painting) So maybe the cowboy boots do look kind of spiffy after a few licks of silver, purple, yellow and green. But should I convert my Saab
Was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long. So spaketh Ministry, in their song, Jesus Built My Hotrod. It’s a song which talks about a love affair. I know of love and affairs of the heart. Of jaunts in spring fields, and silent smiles and shared hours in comfort. So today I
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