A Fireside Chat

In the spirit of a fire side chat, I’d like you to pull up a chair with me, near the hearth.  Come a little closer…that’s it. Do you feel the heat? Can you hear the crackle of burning wood, smell the faint char, see the flames flapping, flickering up into the air?  Wood consumed into…

Two Letters And A Greasy Burger Bag

It was early morning, July 17th 1978. I had just been told by a state police officer to get off the interstate. No hitch hiking allowed. Out of options, I walked a mile on a service road, hopped the fence, and stood on the gravel berm holding out my thumb. I had never prayed in…