Wounded Warriors

Last week, while taking a longed for road trip across America, my mother and I stopped in Dallas, Texas to visit the Presidential Library of George W. Bush.  We both especially wanted to view his portrait gallery of wounded warriors.  It was a moving experience.  As we gazed into the painted faces, listening to the... Continue Reading →

This Old Crate

This past Sunday evening there was a praise and worship time at the church I attend in England.  The atmosphere was sweet, lovely, and peaceful as we joined voices and hearts together.  Leading us that evening were two guitar players and a drummer.  It is the drummer I'm wanting to tell you about. You're probably... Continue Reading →

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