Get Back Up

My mother and my aunt both play the piano. And, it’s not .just as a hobby or from time to time. Both of them are superb at their craft

Both have given lessons to other people and both of them have played and led the worship services at my hometown church for years, heck, decades now. You get the point. Loads of talent. Continue reading “Get Back Up”

Todd

When I was in seventh grade, my locker was right next to the locker that was used by this kid named Todd. Now, he was a couple years older than I was but had flunked a couple of grades in order to put himself in the position to have a locker next to mine (I’m not serious here, I’m certain that wasn’t the real reason why Todd was two grades behind his peers). Continue reading “Todd”

Who are you influencing?

I was driving home from work last night, listening to a Youtube video by Mike Korzemba about Michael Jordan. The content of the video centered on David Thompson, who is a former NBA star who has been, for the most part, forgotten.

However, this dude was the guy who Michael Jordan patterned his game after. So, Korzemba’s point was that the world would not have had Michael Jordan (or at least the version of him that we know) if it had not been for David Thompson. Continue reading “Who are you influencing?”

Discipline Is Good

My son has been pushing some boundaries over the last couple of days and it has me extremely frustrated (I know, who doesn’t experience this). A couple of nights ago, he seemingly was on a mission to destroy my very last nerve. He had been told to take a break from electronics for the night but repeatedly tried to get back on his mother’s laptop to play Roblox. Continue reading “Discipline Is Good”

Go Get That Cash

I find it incredibly frustrating when I am having a conversation with a grown adult who refuses to work. You know what I am talking about. This is not the person who has to scrape by because they are disabled and cannot do hard labor. I am also not talking about the single mom who cannot afford to work outside of the house because her entire paycheck would go towards child-care Continue reading “Go Get That Cash”

There’s no place like home

In 1994, my dad and I got into a huge fight out in the driveway of our house in Louisville, IL. It was the summer after my senior year and I was at the height of my stupidity, absolutely. Foul words were shared. Accusations were made. My mother was able to hear the entire conversation (unknown to me at the time) from an open bedroom window. My dad said that if I thought that I was a big boy then maybe it was time for me to get out. So, I loaded up my 1976 GMC Postal Delivery Jeep and took off down the road towards Flora. Continue reading “There’s no place like home”

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