Joel Gregory tells a funny story about a family seated around their table one Thanksgiving Day looking at the annual holiday bird.
From the oldest to the youngest, they were to express their praise. When they came to the 5-year-old in the family, he began by looking at the turkey and expressing his thanks to the turkey, saying although he had not tasted it he knew it would be good. Continue reading
For someone who enjoys keeping up with the what’s going on in the world, I am purposely watching less and less news and commentary programs. It seems to be the same old tune. Hillary’s health. Hillary’s emails. Trump’s new poll numbers. Or some gaffe made by Trump.
But this comment by Hillary Clinton that half of Donald Trump’s supporters are a “basket of deplorables” did get my attention. She said they are “irredeemable.”
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Rubel Shelly tells a true story about a fellow named Mark who possessed a passion for the guitar. He bought his first one in 1966 for $175, from the money made from a summer job before his Freshman year in High School. It was a red sunburst Gibson J-45. Mark said “(It) was my pride and joy, my most favorite thing in the world.”
Throughout Mark’s high school and college years his Gibson guitar was his “solace and companion.” He said it was better than medicine to calm his anxieties during times of stress. However, in 1978, some thieves broke into his business in Decatur, Alabama. Among the things they stole was his beloved guitar. While the police caught the thieves, the guitar was never recovered. Continue reading