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My brother Craig comes today. Will fly in from Phoenix on the way back to his home in Omaha. Is making the trip to see our dad who is in the hospital in Lubbock. Is ironic that Craig’s visit comes in May. For this time of year holds some of the best memories I have…
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Who put the bomp In the bomp bah bomp bah bomp Who put the ram In the rama lama ding dong No, I wasn’t attending a reunion of the Canyon High School class of ’67, but rather a performance put on last night by the CHS class of 2017, which includes my granddaughter Brooke. “Who…
Cooked out last night. Chicken breasts. Very good; thank you. Has taken me most of 30 years to perfect the chicken breast. Secret is in the tenderizing. That and the brand of chicken: Pilgrim’s Pride. “Hi, I’m Bo Pilgrim, and I just won’t sell a fat, yeller chicken.” Grilling out, as in “outdoors,” whether one…
“Blessed are the worriers for they will obtain great sympathy on earth and great reward in heaven.” No, it’s not in the Bible, but, sometimes, I act as if it were. Anyway, I’m wondering if worry and pride go together. Pretty sure they don’t for everyone (so, if the shoe doesn’t fit, please don’t put…
Today is my debut on the harmonica. Last time I played a musical instrument for an audience was in 1968 when our folk group, The New Creation, sang a number for KVII TV’s noon farm and ranch show with Bedford Forest. I played the guitar, knowing all of five or six chords, which was a…
A faded red ribbon, hanging from a low branch on a scraggly pine tree. Thank God, I wasn’t lost. It was the summer of 2008, and I was attempting to climb Wheeler Peak on a trail I had never taken, one that, because it wasn’t an official Forest Service route, was unmarked with the usual…
Visited my 86-year-old dad in the hospital yesterday. He’s better; thank you. Have never written about Dad – not anything published, anyway. I think it’s because I know how uncomfortable it would make him feel. But Dad doesn’t read my blog; doesn’t own a computer. So I’m safe. Sergeant Robert A. (Bob) Bellah came ashore…
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A few weeks ago, I asked online friends for suggested books, so thought I’d let you know about the three I’ve read. The Last of His Kind is a biography of legendary mountaineer and photographer, Bradford Washburn. Written by David Roberts, the book details the life of Washburn, whose mountain climbing exploits – most of…
He is risen. It’s the most important phrase in the Christian faith. More so than “it is finished,” or “with God, all things are possible,” or “whosoever believes in Me shall have eternal life,” or, even, “God so loved the world.” Because this statement gives credibility to all the others. How do we know it…
Been thinking about the in-between day. You know, the day between Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection. I see groggy disciples waking, wondering if it was all a horrible dream. No, the master is not here. Wasn’t here all night. Oh yeah, they would remember, Nicodemus took the body to a grave. A grave? For Jesus? The…
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Never understood why they call it Good Friday. I’m pretty sure that, watching the events of that day, Jesus’ friends didn’t call it good. Nothing good about the sinless Son of God being betrayed, arrested, accused, denied, condemned, beaten, mocked and crucified. But then Jesus’ friends didn’t know about Sunday. They had forgotten his words…
It was the best April Fool’s Day prank ever. In the mid 80s all the kids were still home; the oldest ones, teenagers. Although April Fool’s jokes were a family tradition, none of mine were particularly creative: “Look outside; it snowed. Three feet.” That worked until the kids got older. Let’s see, about preschool age.…