It's like this. Father Time keeps pitching the years at us. We swing and miss at a few. We hit a few out of the park. We try not to take any called strikes.

Of what use to get what you want if you must become someone else to get it.

The lesson of Good Friday is to never lose hope — or at least give it 48 hours.

It finally happened. I got the GPS lady so confused, she said, "In one-quarter mile, make a legal stop and ask directions.

Doing one fool thing after another is not so terrible when you consider the human proclivity to do several fool things at once.

There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.

In sinners and repenters you have the original division of labor.