People ask me, “What are you doing in Denver?” I tell them I’m helping Karen Taylor and Tammy Ross cook
Karen and I were driving through Wisconsin farmland a couple of years ago, and I was overcome by pastoral splendor
“I was born at home and my family gave the money we saved by not going to the hospital to the church building fund.”
Word. Word is a strange word…the longer you stare at it, the odder it becomes. Stranger still is the
Last summer my friend Bob and I were in Denver at a fly fishing outfitter admiring the gear and clothing.
“Can you see well enough to read the Bible?” She said, “No, and I can’t really make out your face, but I can see that your shirt is checkered.” I lied and told her I was handsome and she replied graciously, “I can tell by your voice.”
A good friend of mine, Steve Osborn, once referred to me as his summertime friend. He attended Oklahoma University and