Two scary stories
One of the holiday gifts his parents gave the boy was a blow gun, which he loved. It was not a toy for small children, to be sure.
driving
Home again
Confession: I’m tired. And lazy. These days I would cheerfully sell all I have and give to the poor, whether or not I gained treasure in heaven. All I ask of life is lots of sleep and a leisurely cup of coffee when I awake. But what a lovely week I had! Highlights: Seeing Jean