A Thanksgiving story
On Thanksgiving morning many years ago, I was a young teenager riding my bicycle through Perry’s streets.
On Thanksgiving morning many years ago, I was a young teenager riding my bicycle through Perry’s streets.
I ran over a million memories. Dozens of them mine. Thousands belonging to others.
When foreign invaders come into our body and attempt to upset the balance, it would make any of us feel good if we could see the armies unleashed by our immune system.
In Luke 17:11-19, Jesus is traveling south on His way to the capital city of Jerusalem.
Thanksgiving is upon us and now most Americans turn their thoughts to Christmas.
While I was writing “A Few Good Lines,” other sayings came to mind.
Have you noticed that nothing stays the same for long? I sure have!
Most readers of this column will be receiving it on the day after Thanksgiving.
I suffered a nearly serious accident a few years ago.
So, I got scammed.