Boys like to dig. I suppose I did my share of it when I was once one, and have done plenty since, but there is just something inside of most boys that make them want to dig in the dirt. … Continue reading
There are seven days in a week, which equals out to 168 hours. It was the last day of vacation, and only about five hours remained of the original 168 we’d planned to be gone until we would pass back through … Continue reading
Armed with a phone book and cell phone I struck out to find the nearest walk-in clinic. I was bound and determined not to go to the emergency room, knowing that they cost a small fortune. Moments later I was … Continue reading
The summer of 2004 was in full swing. It was early August, scorching hot, and time for a vacation. The watermelons were ripe and ready, and so was my wife Katrina. We were expecting our third daughter, Holly, which would … Continue reading
The yard was crispy outside as the effects of the hottest days of summer were upon us. With July almost past and August on its way the scorching heat was beginning to take its toll on the yard and trees. … Continue reading
