Gushing Well Water

During my final two years at Harding University, I lived in a dilapidated house with eight guys on the edge of campus in Searcy, Arkansas. Rector House stood on North Grand Street and has since been demolished, but in the spring of 1981, it still stood…barely…just months from institutional progress in the form of a new cafeteria on the site we now occupied. When we discovered the plans to raze the sagging white clapboard sided house, we decided to accelerate the demise of our home. Ralph Rowand was training for intramural shot put and had a 16 lb. shot in … Continue reading Gushing Well Water

My favorites lines

When I slip into a neurotic moment (pretty common for me) while wandering about bookstores, I read the first line of a book and then skip to the final page and read the last line. I love the first and last lines of great books because they frame the body of work like neon parentheses. Here are some of my favorites first lines. I’ll let you guess the book. 1) In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. 2) To the red country and part of the gray country … Continue reading My favorites lines

Newtown

December 24, 2012 On December 14th, I wept for twenty six souls in Newtown, Connecticut. The despair I felt was a sense that we’ve lost control as a nation, abandoned universal morality for individual amorality. Have faith, hope and love, ancient words from ancient texts, devolved into hollow shells of confectionary meaninglessness? And then I remember that even those who trust in the ancient words of holy scripture find a sense of hopelessness embedded in the words of Ecclesiastes. “I saw the tears of the oppressed-and they have no comforter; power was on the side of their oppressors-and they have … Continue reading Newtown