Last night, my family went to eat at Zaxby’s with a couple of the students from my church. We were enjoying our food when the restaurant inexplicably began to fill up with teenagers – some of whom I was familiar with. In fact, I got up and hugged one of the kids because I taught… Continue reading Is Something Wrong in Grayson?
It’s a lonely life in my head. I spend a lot of time thinking, mostly about things, but often enough about stuff that one might affectionately call nothing. Effluvia. Flotsam. Jetsam. Trash. Junk. For example: Why does the hotel in which I’m currently staying not have a third or thirteenth floor? Why do people preen… Continue reading The Lonely Life (or The Post of 1,000 Tags)