• random notes

    by  • November 13, 2006 • 2 Comments

    Farrier was the word on the way to Birmingham; pedorthics was the word on the way home: “the art concerned with the design, manufacture, fit, and modification of foot appliances as prescribed for relief of painful or disabling conditions of the foot.” On the flight from Atlanta to Manchester, I sat next to a...

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    turn it up

    by  • November 12, 2006 • 3 Comments

    I want to take time to mention three culinary-related adventures during my short visit to Irondale, Alabama. The Irondale Cafe is better known as “The Whistlestop” because of the movie Fried Green Tomatoes, which they serve when in season. I went for the fried catfish and hushpuppies this time around. The Krystal. (In this...

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    the friendly skies: part two

    by  • November 10, 2006 • 2 Comments

    Not long after I finished writing yesterday, I boarded the plane for Birmingham and sat down next to a big guy from Moody, Alabama, which is not far from Irondale, where my in-laws live. He was ready to talk. Usually, I sit down and fall asleep when I get on a plane, but this...

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    the friendly skies

    by  • November 10, 2006 • 2 Comments

    When I was a kid, I loved to fly. Heck, for most of my life that’s been true. There’s always been a certain romance to getting on a plane and crossing a continent or an ocean in a matter of hours. When we lived in Zambia, we used to drive out to the airport...

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    hello in there

    by  • November 9, 2006 • 4 Comments

    For the first time in about four months, I have four days off in a row. I’m flying to Birmingham tomorrow to meet Ginger and hang out with my in-laws and go to a family reunion (well, at least part of the family – Ginger’s cousins are all over that country); I come back...

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    riding a metaphor

    by  • November 8, 2006 • 2 Comments

    I was heading to church tonight for the “Affluenza” class when I hit a big rock or piece of curb stone or something along the edge of the road in the town center. I felt it. My right front tire sort of skipped. I kept going. About a half a mile from the church,...

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    some dreams do

    by  • November 7, 2006 • 7 Comments

    I brushed up against a dream today but nothing happened. No, that’s not true. About three weeks ago, the manager at the Inn asked me to make a proposal to run the Bakery, which could be a really cool breakfast and lunch coffee house kind of place. I can see it. I worked hard...

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    the eye of the storm

    by  • November 6, 2006 • 5 Comments

    One of the first scripture verses I learned was, “I was glad when they said unto me, ‘Let us go into the house of the Lord.’” Actually, it was a song we sang in Sunday School or VBS – that detail I don’t recall. The verse came back to me as I sat down...

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    by  • November 3, 2006 • 6 Comments

    For the month of November, Ginger and I are writing down everything we spend so we can get a good picture of where our money goes. (All of a sudden, all I can hear in my head is Robert Palmer singing, “She’s so fine, there’s no telling where the money went.”) It was her...

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    I sing a song of the saints

    by  • November 2, 2006 • 5 Comments

    One of the first churches I remember going to regularly was the Argyle Road Baptist Church in Lusaka, Zambia. We went there while my parents were in language school before we began going to the predominantly African churches. The church was a British Baptist Church, which was different from Southern Baptist life in several...

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