Monthly Archives: February 2011

Memory lane–joy behold

This can be labeled, The Joy of Memory.  In other words, what we should not forget. This past week a clean-up decision was made—and it’s not even March 21 yet, for Spring cleaning: go through a guest bedroom and make … Continue reading

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Falling coconuts…and more

I knew her as Jeannette Butts, a Jefferson High School classmate in the Class of 1958.  She’s the friend who said it was a slam-dunk I would enter ministry—at the age of 16 her words were first shared.  We didn’t … Continue reading

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Paying the price…considering the value

Some facts I know.  Walked on the Stanford campus for the first time the freshman day of registration, circa September, 1958.  The freshman convocation, with a class of approximately 1,500, caused me dread when the university President J. Wallace Sterling … Continue reading

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Dealing with Death

Death is an unwelcomed visitor.  Most of the time.  Yes, I am aware—and instances for footnoting for sure—there are times when death is the better alternative.  There are times when death is friend and not enemy.  There are conditions experienced … Continue reading

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Today–a potporri of mostly good news

It’s Thursday, February 24, 2011, with lots happening, most of which is engages the good.  But not everything. …find the tirading in Libya not new.  For more than decades Gadhafi has been the imperial tyrant, which is much different than the … Continue reading

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Yelled lately?

The points I now share are focused upon “being a good boss,” or more pointedly, what it means to be a bad boss.  I thought, though, hey, these are points in any functional relationship, they really are.  Which reminded me … Continue reading

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Noise was the introduction

All—or at least mostly all—that I remember is the noise.  If you held a glass of beer or wine or whatever, it wouldn’t last.  It would shatter in your hand. Not sure of the year, but it had to be … Continue reading

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