I once heard of an interesting method of capturing monkeys by African hunters. They would empty a large plant shell called a “calabash” and drill a hole in its side just large enough for a monkey’s hand to squeeze through. They would then fill the shell with peanuts and tie it to a tree. The monkey would be drawn by the smell of the peanuts and woul... read all »

Men like to watch. They like to watch sports or sit on the porch and watch cars go by. My father-in-law used to like sitting in his rocker and watch his children talk and interact with each other while his grandchildren played on the floor. He rarely said much, he just liked to watch his family as they gathered for meals and conversation taking great satisfaction in s... read all »

I gave up on forced exercise at the age of fifty-four. It might have been because my laziness finally overcame my pride but I suspect that the main reason was guilt. I became tired not of the effort of exercise, but rather the burden of guilt either pushing me to do what I didn’t like to do or punishing me for neglecting it. In the end I calculated that freedom... read all »

Last Sunday 37 children registered for Coco and this week we could easily double this number. Any more than 60 kids, however, would require us to bring them into the auditorium and beyond that number would demand an entirely different approach, which begs the question, “What if we succeed too much?” Until now, this outreach program has always been quite m... read all »

“In keeping with my hockey „theme‟ during the playoff season, I want to share an article I wrote about Paul, my son, when he played hockey as a teenager.” KA-BOOM...KA-BOOM...KA-BOOM went the deafening sound in the garage as Paul, my oldest son, zinged shot after shot off of the dent covered wall serving as his target. Hockey players need to pract... read all »