Month: June 2005

As I'm writing this, I'm listening to Don McLean's song, "American Pie." It's being streamed over the internet from Radio Scotland and I'm reliving part of my past, remembering when the song first came out. Lots of theories have been … Read more

I had been working on a project for several hours and was so engrossed in what I was doing that I failed to notice the darkness creeping in around me. I had almost convinced myself to quit for the day, … Read more

I have fond memories of summer mornings. When we lived in our home by the lake, I was often awakened by the ghastly squawk of a duck swimming to his breakfast site. It was quite evident by the tone that … Read more

"Call 911! Call 911!" Eight-year-old Levi was scrambling to get help for his mother, Julia, who had slipped and fallen on the wet tile floor in their kitchen. Gasping from the pain as her knee buckled under her, she instructed … Read more

Over the past couple of years, we've concentrated at the church on building up our young families. We've helped young mothers through the wonderful MOPS (Mothers of Pre-Schoolers) program. We've remodelled the church to include a new Family Centre. We … Read more

One of my clients has a couple of finches. They are such tiny little birds. I had never seen such little birds up close before. But there was something even smaller in the cage. There were about six teeny little … Read more

It's actually part of my "Blooming Idiots" clown outfit, but even on its own, my hat is quite outrageous! Every inch of its wide-brim straw base is covered with silk flowers of every size, colour, and description. When I … Read more

Years ago, when smoking was prevalent, restaurants usually had a container of free matches at the checkout till for a package or two to be given to or taken by their customers. It was good advertising. Every time you lit … Read more

Often as I'm working at my computer, a movement outside my window takes my attention away from my work. Usually I'm interrupted by the sight of a cyclist enjoying a trip through the countryside, but often it is the walker … Read more

My dad had an auto repair shop in Uddingston, near Glasgow, for many years and had to give it up when he was in his fifties. He was a workaholic, and it was going to kill him. He had also … Read more