I have never been a runner or even a jogger. I have, however, been a walker, a walker with a spring in my step, a good trot.
On a Newly Numbered Road in Alabama
Almost a decade ago, I was on the road a good deal “preaching out” or what some itinerant ministers have called circuit riding.
What Shall We Do in the Afternoons?
Restarting a personal blog (hopefully shared) is more difficult than creating that first one, especially picking the name.
