A Blessed Greeting

A Blessed Greeting

As we walk down the road, we see the old man sitting on his porch, possibly just there for the view, possibly there waiting for us. As we cross the threshold to his property, we say hello to him, calling out: “Tay!” Dad! We ask him how he’s doing. The thing is, he’s...
Talking with Tourists

Talking with Tourists

A few years ago, I went to the mall for a new jacket. Armed with promising coupons, I headed down the hall to Macy’s, but just outside the store a young salesperson stopped me. “What are you doing your nills?” he asked. What? I thought, puzzled. He, seeing my...