Spring. . .

Long before I moved to Houston--back when I was still at Harding, I recall a native Houstonian saying there is nothing like spring in Houston. I didn't quite believe her. We were in Searcy--and spring on the Harding campus is truly a sight to behold--grass so green it hurts your eyes to look at it, …

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“J-O-Y, J-O-Y, this is what it means. . .”

Despite the popularity of Monday as the worst part of the week. . .I choose Sunday evening. That's right--Sunday evening is my least favorite part of the week--but only during the school year. During summer vacation I love it. There is no overhanging event of going back to work in the morning--or things left undone …

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A load of whites with one red shirt OR Friendly pats on the sunburn of life.

Didn't realize I hadn't written since Monday--I've been enjoying other's writings, and it's been a great big 'ole busy week--not home until 7:00 last night. . .5:30 tonight. So there is no concensus to my thoughts--here's the mix. . . My day practically began by me having to take a 6'4" (I'm not even kidding) …

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