My son has loved basketball since he first came into contact with one of those orange, bouncing orbs. When we put him into a large Christian school that had a well-established basketball team, he was absolutely in heaven.
I sat bewildered at my desk as I held the head in my hands. It was about three-quarters the size of a real head and made of very heavy wood. My uncle had brought it to me wondering if I could identify it; he had found it among my late grandfather's possessions.
My most recent young-adventure book, "The Night Heroes: Runaway," just came off the presses.
"And there went a man of the house of Levi, and took to wife a daughter of Levi.
I truly enjoy the new church building we built just a few years ago.
Most preachers do either all pastoring or all evangelism.
I do not have any idea whether or not Brett Kavanaugh will be confirmed to the Supreme Court or destroyed by the time this column goes to press, but in the grand scheme of things, it really does not matter.
Opossums, iguanas, squirrels, horses, dogs, cats - there are very few animals that were not at one point or another in my childhood part of our little family.
"What is REAL?" asked the rabbit one day. "Does it hurt?"
I do not know whether or not I will still have the Saturn by the time this column goes to press. I do know that, if my wife and daughters have their way, it will probably assume a resting place somewhere in the general vicinity of Jimmy Hoffa sooner rather than later. Mind you, even at 13 years old the body is still in relatively good shape, it still runs superbly, and it still gets better gas mileage than any of the other family vehicles.
