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Jul 20, 2014 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
The state highway that approaches Dave George’s repair shop rises just enough to afford a glimpse of the George farm before it slowly drops, like a polite elevator, to the entrance of the long drive leading to the shop. George’s Repair is one of Thornville’s oldest...
Jul 13, 2014 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
Poor Richard’s Almanack (yes it ends with a ‘k’), compiled and printed by none other than Benjamin Franklin, predicted the weather and also declared with confident authority exactly when eighteenth century farmers should plant their crops for maximum productivity....
Jul 6, 2014 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
I would take in every old car that wandered like a stray cat to my back door. I plead with Marilyn, “Pleezze let me keep it… I will love it, and feed it, and promise to always take care of it!” Fortunately, Marilyn is way too savvy to fall for that line, and so I’m...
Jun 29, 2014 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
The invitation came in the mail late last winter promising “great food and a good time!” I thought, “Sure, why not?” It had been over 40 years since I graduated and it was time to check in with my Berne Union classmates. I mentioned the reunion to Marilyn and returned...
Jun 22, 2014 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
The sign read, “Please wait to be seated.” We were traveling through Grand Rapids and stopped at a familiar restaurant chain for breakfast. Our hostess yelled her greeting from across the room, saying she’d be right with us. Scooping up an armload of dirty dishes, I...
Jun 15, 2014 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
Normally I would be disappointed, even disturbed to be seated near a smoker, but there was something haunting about the rich aroma that wafted toward our table. Marilyn and I stopped at a local restaurant for dinner and were escorted to an outside patio. No sooner had...
Jun 8, 2014 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
Like most boys, I dreamed of becoming a licensed driver. I rolled it over the tongue of my imagination, savoring its flavor. Finally the day arrived and I was about to step out on my own, authorized by the State of Ohio as a legally licensed driver. I was street...
Jun 1, 2014 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
I was deeply troubled that I may have to make my debut at Jimmy’s Drive In behind the wheel of our family’s 1957 Ford station wagon. Not only was it a stodgy wagon with way too many doors, it was a dull green, economy model with black wall tires and dog-dish hubcaps....
May 25, 2014 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
Mike lived in a great neighborhood for kids. It seemed every house had youngsters our age. As soon as we stepped off his bus, a basketball game spontaneously erupted in his driveway. It was the first time I had stayed overnight with a friend from school, and I’ll...
