After Tomorrow
I was buying two bottles of water inside a CVS pharmacy in the French Quarter when a woman behind me scheduled an appointment with God. I had not heard what her companion said, but the response sounded like a rebuttal. “Okay. Okay. OKAY.” Each successive okay carried more resistance than agreement and pulled my attention…
Not Found at This Address
I was searching online for collectible wines when I arrived at wineloversonline.com. With a name like that, I expected the site to contain something. Wine lovers, after all, are not generally known for having no opinion. Instead, I received a blunt response: 404 Not Found There was no explanation, no helpful link and no polite…
The Farmer Goes to Bed
My music studio is twenty-six steps above ground level. Yesterday, before leading worship for two services at church, I had to pack my equipment and haul it down those steps. My keyboard alone weighs over a hundred pounds, which makes twenty-six a number you develop a personal relationship with. After the services, everything had to…