Lucky me. I grew up before great books died. Now machines think. No more real intelligence. It’s artificial now. A cheap imitation. The more words you have, the less they’re worth. Inflation. Words can’t escape…
Lucky me. I grew up before great books died. Now machines think. No more real intelligence. It’s artificial now. A cheap imitation. The more words you have, the less they’re worth. Inflation. Words can’t escape…
The Bible. God’s word – but others wrote it. The Apostle Paul. Murderer. Blinded by God. Healed through Christ. Paul chased shadows early in life, thinking God sent him. Mistakenly. So he carved a rule…
Birds chirping. Creek water flowing. Walking stick. I hiked Fairfield Bay’s trails. Saw nature for real. Smelled the tree leaves – and my own sweat. Not a book in sight. As Indiana Jones told his…
Wars are meaningless. Not the deaths. Battlefields are sacred. They’re more than graveyards. They’re memorials of bravery. No way of knowing who’s right when the firing stops. Just guesses and estimations – even after victory.…
They’re tiny fish. Bream they’re called. The little suckers put up a fight – but only after they bite the hook! They’re easy to catch. Easy to eat. I caught over 40 last week. Bamboo…
Did you hear? Speed is the ultimate measure of intellect. Or so they say. Men and women, schools and businesses. Your worth is measured by a clock now. Tests. Deadlines. Quick answers to prove you’re…
On July 23rd, 2025, I drove to Jonesboro, Arkansas to be a guest on The Paul Harrell Program. On the show, I revealed my new rebirth as a born again Christian and gave updates about…
“Lean not unto thine own understanding…” – Proverbs William Bradford And Plymouth Plantation Over the last week, I read William Bradford’s Plymouth Plantation and the story of the pilgrims’ arrival in America on the Mayflower.…
“I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.” – Henry David Thoreau, natural philosopher. Nature’s therapy is more powerful than any drug. That’s why I emphasize “touching grass” daily.…
For the last few years, I’ve been buying art linked to an obscure painter named Herbert A. Steinke. I don’t consider myself an art collector. I just like stories — but more importantly, I enjoy…