Sunday, April 28, 2013
A ten year old boy, who lived down the street from us, rang our doorbell. Lucy answered the bell, and the little boy asked if he could see our dog.
About that time, Sarge, our Australian Shepherd walked into view. The boy said, “Yes, you are the guilty one. Two of them look just like you!” The boy owned a golden retriever who had just had a litter of puppies.
Later we went down to see them and all the puppies were rolling and tumbling in play, except one. (more…)
I left the Clayburn in Starkville, Mississippi and headed toward Atlanta to have a Father’s Day visit with Bradford. The mimosa trees were blooming in (more…)
A boy and his dog. A simple phrase that conjures Norman Rockwell paintings of The Good Old Days.
A boy throwing a stick and his dog fetching it. A boy teaching his dog to shake hands. A boy and his dog asleep huddled together on the back seat of a car on a long trip.
Bradford and I were taking a walk out in the county near Gainesville. By chance we met a farmer (more…)
No, I did not intend to say “The Days of Wine and Roses.” This is my way of saying that I live down South and things have been going pretty well.
First of all, I must thank the Lord for my good fortune. I am thankful for being born in the United States of America. What a blessing!
I was born in a three-room shack in (more…)