Against machine guns and poison gas After dinner here in Oban, our gang walked back to our B&B along the water front, past a small, grassy square. There were about 20 men and women with bag pipes and drums, playing, marching and rehearsing for what, I assumed was...
The Lord still inhabits the praises of his people Last winter my sister, Linda, and her husband came to Colorado for a visit. Don’t ask me how, but they managed to wedge it in amongst all their other globe girdling trips. As I’ve said of them before,...
Getting under the hood My son, Byron, and I went turkey hunting a few weeks ago in central Nebraska a couple of miles west of the little town of Wolback (population 257). It was a guided trip with Gobble and Grunt Outfitters. While by no means cheap, for city...
Old Beyond Their Years I met Forrest and Lakin Huckabey at the recent Project Sanctuary Retreat where, again, I did K.P. duty. And trust me, I’m not complaining. Before the week was over, I got to know the couple well enough to ask if I could interview them...