Stuff in the Basement

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Sunday Morning Meds--The Rivers Form

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“ But at your rebuke the waters fled,  at the sound of your thunder they took to flight;  they flowed over the mountains,  they...
Friday, January 13, 2017

The Blizzard of 1888

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A January thaw is what all of us look forward to right now, a breath of warmth that reopens our hope that someday soon April will return....
Thursday, January 12, 2017

Small Blessings

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From her chair in the living room, she knew something was wrong because the sound she was hearing just wasn't right, as if the door w...
Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Peal out the Watchword

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She died young, just 42, but then most biographies claim she never was particularly healthy. She was, I suppose, the quintessential church...
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Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Book Report: Born a Crime

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I'll be honest. If you think Donald Trump is an answer to prayer--lots of people do--then you'll hate Trevor Noah. No question. N...
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Monday, January 09, 2017

Morning Thanks--a seaman

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Start here. He was a seaman, a sailor, merchant marine. Twice in his short life on board he lived through shipwrecks. He married someon...
Sunday, January 08, 2017

Sunday Morning Meds at the Fossil Beds

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“He set the earth on its foundations; it can never be moved.   You covered it with the deep as with a garment;  the waters stood abo...
Friday, January 06, 2017

This morning it's -7

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Just exactly how cold is it? When I was downtown yesterday, a half-dozen people were walking around with forks stuck to their tongues....
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Thursday, January 05, 2017

Winning at winning

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If I'm not mistaken, it was the superstar Willie Mays who tried to play without knees, tried to play when he couldn't cover groun...
Wednesday, January 04, 2017

Snowstorm (x)

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Finally, the last installment. As a young writer, I was clueless about things like length. Sorry it took so long, but I must admit I did e...
Tuesday, January 03, 2017

Snowstorm (ix)

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What was clear was that they weren't leaving the schoolhouse. But then, what could she do? She had to keep them occupied. . . ______...
Monday, January 02, 2017

Snowstorm (viii)

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She hadn't guessed Johnny would have hurt her deliberately, but he had. She'd burned her fingers when she picked up a hot marble h...
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Sunday, January 01, 2017

Sunday Morning Meds--Fire as a servant?

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He makes winds his messengers, flames of fire his servants.” Psalm 104:4 The story, in Chadron, Nebraska, that summer, was what...
Friday, December 30, 2016

Snowstorm (vii)

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The story you're reading is just about forty years old. This version differs immensely from the original--not in substance, but in ...
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