I was riding my bike one blazing hot summer afternoon a week or so ago, trying to rustle up a little breeze to pseudo-dry my sweat-swathed skin (I double-dog dare you to say that 3 times fast!). I must say, I wasn’t in the happiest of moods – barely tolerating the scalding sun beating down ...
Polution Redeemed
I was traipsing through the deep woods of the Smoky Mountains when I saw it. Something completely out of sync with this beautiful Cathedral of Papa God’s Creation. A plastic bag, the kind a newspaper comes in, was apparently stuck in the branches of a tall rhododendron, one end flapping in the breeze like a ...
