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,...