Lessons from a Squirrel

A few days ago, Anne and I drove up the canyon to get away from the city and enjoy some time alone, some peace in nature, and the beautiful weather.   We packed a few snacks to enjoy as we hiked along a well-worn trail. We passed through several picnic areas and chose one that…

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Decisions, decisions, decisions

It was nearly 50 years ago when Van moved to the small town where I was living and working. His small apartment was close to my home, and he attended the same church that my family and I attended, and I developed a friendship with him. We were about the same age, so it was…

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That Darn Hawk

Nearly 60 years ago Alfred Hitchcock made a horror-thriller simply titled, “The Birds.” It was a frightening movie for the time, about flocks of birds (ravens, seagulls, crows, and sparrows) who attack random people in Bodega Bay, a small town in California. Minor dive bombings escalated to fierce attacks, with birds taking chunks out of…

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The Big Race

We are all familiar with Aesop Fables and the famous race between the tortoise and the hare. It’s not hard to see the advantages and challenges of both the hare and the tortoise, yet if the race were held today, in all honesty most bets would still be placed on the hare. I can picture…

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My Hillbilly Hat

The memory of this day remains embedded deep in my brain. It was the summer of 1969, I was engaged to Carol Sorensen, and we decided to go rabbit hunting with my good friend Bill, my sister Connie, and her date (I lined her up). I was wearing an old felt hillbilly hat that I…

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Our Italian Thanksgiving

In the fall of 1967, I was living in Bergamo, Italy, a small city in the foothills of the Alps, working as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I was living with three other missionaries, and this day was the American Thanksgiving. We were missing our families and thinking about…

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Ever Eaten a Walkie Talkie?

“Have you ever eaten a walkie talkie?” asked our grandson Calvert’s friend, a young man from Birmingham, England.   He had a pretty strong accent, so my first reaction was to assume I had misunderstood him, or he was playing some kind of joke on me.  Of course, I hadn’t eaten a two-way radio.   …

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