Flying the Whiny Skies

We flew to Georgia for Christmas. Whoever dubbed them “the friendly skies” did not see the look of hostility on the face of the man sitting in seat 4A when three adults, two children, and five carry-on bags filled with assorted toys, snacks, and diapers (most of them clean) collapsed in a sweaty, tired heap … Continue reading »

The Christmas Quarter

Tomorrow, Christmas Eve Day, will find us on an airplane to Georgia, where I grew up. Today, while I’m frantically packing and cleaning and checking off lists, I’ll let Mike Cope do the talking. If you have time, and a kleenex, please read. Merry Christmas to all, and true peace in every heart.