A tale of a strange place I know all too well, the wheelchair supply house, whose name I'll leave unsaid. I had just come from there and met my crazy new chair, then recounted the story over dinner with our friends Scott and Janie.

Yeah, the place is a real mess, but I love it and feel loyal to it--and hope that comes through in the story. The folks there are like family in an odd... read more

It feels great to get home and take your work clothes off--just ask Pokey the Dog.

Another encounter at the Frankfort folk festival. This game is known around Louisville because of our German heritage, and it's played at least once a year in the Germantown neighborhood. This was our first chance to experience the spectacle of it in person.

Once you look past the silliness and difficulty of it, it actually looks like fun. I kinda wanted to try it, but not in the street in public....

Just because this is our, oh I don't know, umpteenth recording on the subject of bathrooms--it doesn't mean we're obsessed with the topic or anything. Really! These things keep coming our way! Is it our fault that bathrooms make great material?

This encounter took place at a folk festival in Frankfort, KY. You'll hear a little of the family band Murphy's Echo at the end.

Some brief and not terribly original thoughts while meditating. So many of the bitter divisions between people arise from the conviction that "we are not of this world," meaning that God has put us here as a sort of trial--after which we will assume our true form. While I agree that the material world is not our true form (or not all of it, in any case), I'd still argue not just that "we are of... read more