I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Me? A wall flower, they say; an eagle I say. I sit here on the mezzanine and watch the beautiful people milling around aimlessly -glass in hand, smile on face, every hair and pleat in place. Listen in: “Oh, darling, … Continue reading
Jim and Joe were hanging high on the strings of their harmonica and guitar. They had been asked to join a band—right here in Castle House. The old house had done its duty during the castle/moat era. Now it … Continue reading