Today I’ll be driving 4 hours to a Celebration of Life. It’s in honor of a wonderful woman I had the privilege to grow up next to as a neighbor in a tight little north Florida subdivision called Green Acres. It was the kind of place where the kids rode bikes and played marbles on ...
Passing It On
The adage is so true: There are no friends like old friends. I was blessed all the way down to my toenails this week to attend a 40-year reunion of the members of the 70s youth choir in honor of our beloved longtime choir director, Bill George, who recently turned 90 years young. (Big G, as we called him as ...
