It’s dark out and I’m driving with my
son across the 205 bridge from
Portland to Vancouver. Actually,
I’m doing all the driving – his legs
are too short to reach the pedals
and he doesn’t have a license yet.
All of a sudden the car stalls
and the engine stops.… —-> Continue…
If a friend of yours,
or someone you respected
told you that you looked sick
today, would you believe them ?
If a complete stranger told you
that you looked sick today
would you believe them ?
If a half a dozen people told you
that you looked sick today
would you believe them ?… —-> Continue…
It’s hard to know where to begin.
Then again, it usually is – and that’s
the very reason I’m stopped so
many times from writing you.
So much to say – and so much in the way…
If it weren’t for that nail, tonight would be just another
missed opportunity to talk with you.… —-> Continue…
