In one moment, you think you’re in charge, and you know everything. In the next, you’re hurt and wondering who you are and what went wrong.
“Hey, man. Long time no see! How you doing? And the kids and your wife? How are they?” He looked at me like I had hit him.
She’s right. I pay all of thirty-eight cents to make a cup of coffee with our Keurig machine, and it pokes me hard on my insides when I pour it out, unfinished, tepid and half-full.
A small snippet of wisdom or an insightful observation that just might get you thinking…
“Oh. The robe? It’s just easy to get on and off. And it’s damned hot outside. Those Arabs are on to something.” He mulled over his toast and coffee for a moment. “Here’s something else. People, Christians, really respond to that robe.
Today, if you run an independent bookstore, you must be unique and damned good at business since you can’t compete on price alone against Amazon.