The more they stay the same: Palestine Our intrepid Gang of Seven tourists is now down in Bath, England. But I’m still catching up on our trip through the narrow byways of Scotland. There, forbidding, windswept peaks rise out of gorse covered moors that plunge...
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,...
