Wondering about Wandering

We have experienced a most important period of conflict and contention and it appears that some are not finished with the skirmish. To be satisfied with political outcome requires submission to a higher power than government. No one party or person will ever please ALL, but until each of us can come to the mindset of who that Higher Power is, can that comfort be attained. I am not talking about everyone’s god, but the one Supreme Being who created everything and everyone. We can gripe, complain and demonstrate. We can cause difficulties through destruction. We can refuse to honor those who have given everything to guarantee our freedom to do so. We can hate or we can love. We can do any or all of these things but it will never happen in our lifetime. The Bible tells us how to survive, but we seem to be too suspicious of the truth. I am very sorry, donchaknow, really. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.   AMEN


The stage is dark, all the seats are empty, but the theater will resonate, forever, with the spirit of its founder and managing director. It was my privilege to teach Randy Wilson. His was a uniquely fine tenor voice. He was a member of All State Choir and later performed professionally. He returned to Bryan, Texas to successfully begin a community theater of excellence. He has passed away, but not forgotten. I never attended one of his productions, but they must have been good since there have been many of them. Even though there may have been little reciprocation, I always respected him and his talent. He and his brother, Scott, were among my favorites. Rest in peace, my friends. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.   AMEN

Athleticism and Physicality

Back in ’49, good players had athletic ability and physical strength. Punt, pass and kick, many times, was accompanied by good tackling, but in all my play-by-play, I never got to use “athleticism”or “physicality”. Did these words even exist then? ‘Tis a puzzlement, donchaknow, really.

Once Upon a Time

In my younger days, I spent a lot of time pleasing me. Good happened and I felt it to be just what I deserved. Well, now things have changed and each day brings a challenge even to get up and go. “Once Upon a Time” has passed and the real story is yet to be told. GOD has left and sustained me here for HIS purpose, so forgive my wimpy self and let’s hunkle the course set before us. It is time I shared all the good times, made so even when bad. One chapter will list all my past accompanists, all my Honor Choir members, all cast members and all the weddings I sung for. I can’t recall them all and will greatly appreciate your help. Just leave names in “comment”. Let’s make the rest of the story one that inspires! That’s one little candle we can light, donchaknow, really. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.   AMEN

A Round 2it

round-2it“Tomorrow” is beaten to death by me.  I live in clutter. I  have no idea as to how it comes about. I start out with a perfectly empty desk and in just a few short hours, can’t find the top of it. At Colonial Village, the corner of my closet served  very well as  a dirty clothes hamper, but here I have a special place that seems to fill up rapidly. What is my solution? It’s simple: I’ll get around to it, tomorrow. So, I made my own ’round 2 it’ and have placed it here just in case you are interested. I am going a step further and printing a large copy to place above my desk. Perhaps that will result in a more pristine environment, but don’t count on it. Lower Slob-ovia has been my residence for over 80-years. To do things differently will take more effort than I have ever made. It is minimal among the scope of prayers of need, but I could use some, donchaknow, really! That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.      AMEN

Away From My Desk

I’m really taking a sabbatical, donchaknow, really. My daughter works part-time testing water. I am going to suggest that she test the water where all the kids in college reside. Something they are consuming is effecting their stability. It must be the water there, or perhaps too much indulgence at the local tavern. (‘Course it seems to be a problem for a bunch of adults too)

That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. 



A Man’s Man

You know how I feel about the Dallas Cowboys. You know how I feel about the Texas Aggies.  You know how exciting it has been for both my teams. Now I find my Ags are having trouble (which it appears to delight the media) and the Cowboys are leading the entire NFL with two rookies. I love football and greatly admire any man who can play that game. I have felt every blow to every quarterback, especially to Tony Romo.  I know of very few athletes who can come back and play after the injuries suffered by him. Y. A. Tittle,  Terry Bradshaw and Don Meredith, Jay Cutler and Tony immediately come to mind, . To be a quarterback in the National Football League takes a distinct character. Every eye and every ‘gunner’ is on you, every minute you are on that field. Every 300 pound behemoth is aiming for your hide. Then, just when things are beginning to come together, one of those beasts reaches my quarterback and he is down, writhing in pain for the umpteenth time. I really didn’t want to see him banged up again. I had mixed emotions as to whether he should return to action. All of the ups and downs of the quarterback situation in Dallas came to an abrupt end yesterday. My quarterback stood in front of a packed press conference and spoke to the issue for over five minutes. Tony Romo is man-enough to do the right thing for HIS team and relinquish the mantel to a rookie. Not just any rookie, but what appears to be, a future winner at the position. Tony Romo may take a back seat to Dak Prescott, but Dak Prescott has yet to totally earn the honor of being chosen to be ‘first chair’. I do not  doubt he can do it, but I will wager that he feels the heat of the breath of a “Mans Man” on the back of his neck. If he doesn’t accept the responsibility of playing for ‘two’ and taking the Dallas Cowboys to the Super Bowl, there is someone in his shadow who can. We’ve seen what can happen when a star tumbles down. I pray that our two rookies stay healthy. Talk about a thrill to watch, even quick shots of Tony on the sideline tells just how exciting the prospect is. He has basked in the glory and he feels it for Dak.  Every win is for a “Man’s Man” Tony, this one’s for you!  That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.     AMEN

Thai Thanks

You have met my friends, Don and Sai Hill, who are now ministering to Thailand. Just recently, they were joined by their Pastor, Jerry Barber, from Harvest Community Church in Charlotte, North Carolina. Don writes in this month’s blog, that he and Sai have a plan developed for their church in Ban Donman and their area of Thailand. Don asks for our prayers. The plan is the result of  the guidance of Pastor Jerry and Pastor Timothy Prewitt, General Director at World Reach, Inc., to encourage and uplift three special couples in the plan:

  • Not & Jaew
  • Ou & Tukta
  • Boonleut & Mae Kiew

Don Hill is a powerful apostle for the Word of God and with his wife, Sai, and our prayers, Thailand could be one more place in this lost world for souls to be saved. I have personal knowledge of the spiritual dedication and heart of the Hill’s. They will not weaken in their fervor and we must not fail to lift them, daily. You may get the full story of God in Thailand at  their Harvest Thai website. There was a little chorus from years back that went like this, “And if everyone would light just one little candle, what a bright world this would be”.  What a bright world this would be if America, UNITED under GOD, would be great again. Now, that would be a great Thanksgiving, donchaknow, really. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.    AMEN

O K! Here’s the Deal

“Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.” – 2 Corinthians 12:10

I woke up rather stiff in the joints today. My vision was a bit foggy and I couldn’t find my eyeglasses. I had kicked my cover off during the night (I must run a marathon in my sleep) and, of course, there was the bathroom run. Then, I read today’s short message from my friend, Dr. Adrian Rogers, and this is the scripture he shares. I write a list to discuss with my doctor, and it is long this week. I can’t seem to get my mental status to the slower speed of the rest of me. Now, I sit here, talking to you, making every effort to “take pleasure in my infirmities” and it’s difficult, donchaknow. I wish my legs would realize their weakness is my strength. Distressed? You Bet! Feeling persecuted, Yep! Wallowing in self-pity, absolutely!  MattieT and I walked about half-a-block to our mailbox yesterday afternoon. I stopped so many times to breathe, she simply lay down, disgusted. She did forgive me when I gave her a treat for fertilizing our neighbor’s front yard. (I must remind myself to take a ‘bag’ with me this afternoon when MattieT and I use my walker with attached oxygen tank on the short trek. If Paul could do it, so can I –with a bunch of help from “YOUKNOWWHO!” So, I am here today for HIS reason. HE has left me here, maladies and all, for HIS purpose, therefore I shall rejoice and be glad, donchaknow, really. Thanks for listening. I feel much better. It’s good to have these moments with a good friend to talk with. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.       AMEN