While Al Gore has egg on his globally warmed face, and our southern friends get a taste of Jack Frost and his band of snow-making demons, I'm thinking Summer! I survived the Blizzard of '78 and I also remember what I was doing when the lights went out ( November 9th, 1965 ). I had been hoping to play with some paper punch-out airplanes (paper dolls for boys, OK, next) that I got at the school book fair at William Douglas School. When I lived on Cape Cod, we had two blizzards and a snowstorm leaving 6' to 8' drifts in 1987. I think it's still sort of funny at the first sign of snow, my rough-and-tumble hillbilly friend - the mountain man of the Appalachians - 4-wd drivin', shotgun totin', power lifting, football star and former Marine, still runs to 7-11 for bread and milk in case a few flakes hit the ground! How much milk and bread do you need for a *cough* snowstorm? HERE is Tony C's take. There he sits, cursing the 10-day forecast, trying exercise th...
Fire & Grace is a blog where I look at Kingdom dynamics a little more closely. Some call it ranting, while others find it challenging.