I never dreamed that the day would actually come when someone asked me, “What do you do for a living?” and I could answer, “Travel the world.”
We have just passed the 150th anniversary of the Battle for Atlanta, which occurred during the recent unpleasantness between the North and the South.
I was sitting on the front porch the other day and made the comment, “It smells like summer.”
We live in a dangerous world that is growing more and more dangerous by the minute.
I had been expecting the message for almost two years now. I still cried when it came.
Well, my thoughts might not be worth a penny, but I have a few things that I want to get off my chest today, so I am going to share a few thoughts with anyone who happens to be reading my epistle. As always, they are my thoughts. I am not trying to tell you what to think.
I have learned that the sands that flow through an hourglass seem to move much more rapidly as they near the end. I think some guy in Rome said the same thing in fewer words.
People are always asking me, “What do you miss most when you are on the road?”
I don’t think I went west of the Chattahoochee River until I was 16 years old and The Bibb sent me to New Mexico with Jerry Aldridge, but I fell in love with the American West long before that.
Did you get to watch fireworks on the 4th of July? I hope so. I love fireworks shows and have seen some dandy ones in my day — on Independence Day and at other times.