It’s early Sunday morning, July 14, and I’m sitting here thinking about the last two days.  What did it all mean? Was it all real? Was it as significant and profound as I think it was? I pick it up again. I read it, again, as I’m sure I will do, again and again, for...

We, Janice and I along with Philip and Mary Hart Wilheit, were at Dink and Pam NeSmith’s place on the Pacific in Costa Rica when I spied it in the bookshelf. It was Lewis Grizzard’s book, If I Ever Get Back to Georgia, I’m Gonna Nail My Feet to the Ground. I’d read it before,...