Kingly Cave-dweller

I love people of action.  You know them, the “ready-aim-fire” types as opposed to the “ready-aim-aim-aim…” types.  (I read that on a dorm wall somewhere.  Love it.  There’s a third option that tends to describe my personality: “ready-fire-aim”.  But that’s for a different post.)  And David, the shepherd/king/song-writer certainly fit the bill of “ready-aim-fire”.  But being a man of action also meant that he was a man of many enemies as well.  Doing

Back to the future, sort of

Microsoft Office Word 3.  Yep, that’s what it’s come to as I write this. 

It started a few weeks ago while we were vacationing with family on a mountain in Utah ten thousand feet up, give or take a football field.  Take home lesson: always know where the nearest ER is located, and/or have daughters go with you carrying their very smart phones with GPS.  As the old song goes, “I left my heart inSan Francisco”…but my appendix forever belongs to Utah.

I was the first thing to “break”.

We finally made it back home to southern Missouri, and not too