This weekend it was a little like spring. I took a walk along the shores of the St. Joe River with my grandson, Kyle Kenneth. He has the sweetest little dark eyes and tiny soft lips. He’s my buddy. I even talked him into giving me a kiss. It was a happy moment.
The Father’s Voice
Sometimes you can be enjoying a beautiful, mundane afternoon and be plunged into a heart-rending crisis within a few seconds. That happened to us one quiet spring afternoon a few years ago. I was walking out across the yard enjoying the laughter and play-sounds of the children coming from the other side of the barn.
I Give Up
I’ve always had trouble getting my oldest son Kyle to lay his hair down real conservative-like. Now it looks like it’s going to be one of those generational things. This is a picture of my grandson Kyle KENNETH Pierpont. Looks like he’s not going to make the Bob Jones catalog cover either. You can see […]
Bus Ride Home
Gravel roads girdled the gentle hills of rural Licking County. I rode the bright yellow school bus that growled along them one fall afternoon. It was comfortably cool. The sun was going down the crisp blue, October sky. From my seat in the bus I watched the fields and forests pass. Wind stirred golden fields […]
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