Hello friends. I’ve been gone awhile (more about that later). While I have not been writing, other bloggers have been producing insight, at, and thoughtful dialogue. Here is a post from Mark Weston’s “Heartland” series. If you like it -as I expect you will- please check out his blog, “Paradigm Shift” to read more.
In the deep recesses of my mind, tucked in a well-protected crevasse is Heartland. Memories of my boyhood reside there. It is a place where a boy’s picturesque view of his world makes time stand still. I do not often go there, but when I do a warm memory always welcomes me. Let’s go there now. A memory of my boyhood is waiting for us.
Northwest of the town square, past the bank, water tower, and United Methodist Church a modest, two story white house rests on a corner lot. My friend John’s aunt lives here. On the west side of the house, an enclosed stairway leads to a second floor apartment. With eager anticipation, John and I climb the steep stair steps.
At the precise moment our feet touch the top step, a “C’mon in boys, there’s work to do” greets us.
Waving us in, fussing with his…
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