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Recently I was jogging down Lower Sac. Rd and at the corner of Vine St. I came to the strawberry field.

What a wonderfull fragrance!

It was so strong I just wanted to stop and pick a few berries of my own. I could smell them a mile away (as the saying goes).

Starbucks. OK, now you know I love going into that decadent place. Just let me smell the deep rich wonderful aroma of the coffee bean. It is revitalizing, Wow!

Everything has an aroma!

Remember the H.S. locker room?...in the…

Yes, I have them! Several of them in my back yard. You can watch them everyday. Large black birds dive bomb a hawk in a big pine tree high in the air.

The hawk is twice the size of the large birds but, they don't care. the hawk has a huge wing span and sits on the branch near her nest guarding it.

This daily occurance is quite a site. The birds are excellent aerial acrobats diving straight down, curving in the wind, squawking and barely scraping past the head of this awesome hawk.

I've …

Our dog has bad breath. Sometimes it's OK but other times it is NOT!

When we leave him alone in the laundry room for a few hours and then come home and open the door the "fragrance" is overwhelming. His breath does not please his master.

Sometimes people have halitosis too! What I mean is their spiritual life really "STINKS". To look at them and watch them everything is fine. But... when they open their mouth what comes out really stinks.

Beautiful people can spoil their looks by what t…

It's over. Easter is past. The celebration is history.

Hopefully you were together with family, friends and neighbors. You had the traditional egg hunt and also talked about the real meaning of Easter.

At church there was the wonderful Resurrection music, great drama, soloists of special blessing and a terrific Easter meal filled with many delicious potluck dishes.

Now it is over.

Just like in Jesus day, what happened? Things went back to normal, the routine, the usual order of the…

Last week we were turned away because of over crowding. This week we were admitted.

We made it through the check in line and the metal detector, also the black light stamp on the wrist and finally through all the locked gates and doors into the waiting room.

It was packed with visitors and inmates. People of all ages were visiting. We saw grandparents and small children, also people of all races and backgrounds. The room was so packed full we waited to find a place to sit. Everyone had to…