When my granddaughter, Victoria, was 6 years-old she was riding in the car with my wife, Anna. The windows were down and the pedestrian walk […]
Robert " Bob " Burford
Friday, November 27th
Consider the fig tree and all the other trees. When their buds burst open you see for yourselves and know that summer is now near; […]
Friday, November 20th
I took the small scroll from the angel’s and swallowed it in by mouth it was like sweet honey My Dad was a salesman. He […]