Ghosts of ourselves
The ghost of ourselves from a former time haunts our present
My Grandpa knew Smokey
My Grandpa knew Smokey the Bear.
This is not a swear, no name in vain, or an exclamation. Christ is my life model, the measuring stick of my shortcoming. Over my lifetime I’ve watch the words Jesus Christ be assailed, defiled, twisted and devalued. While the truth of his teaching is immutable, it is ignored. You can scoff and you can…
Sat Here Before
My joy overflows at who you are; I’ve sat here before.
Custom Sneaks: Finished and They Look Good
Sunday, I started a new project. Customized Nike Dunk Lo’s painted in the colors of Baldwin Wallace College for a young man in my life that will be going there next year. He’s going to study physical therapy while playing football for them. So he needs some sweet kicks to represent his school. It took…
Fear and Fury
For the first time in my life, I see it coming. The end is near. The rats have begun to eat each other as they fear to lose their existence. As the water rushes in, are you pushing someone off the lifeboat to secure your spot? Or are you falling into the peace of drowning…