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I heard some sad news recently. A 16-year old autistic boy named Max hanged himself in Kansas. The event touched me personally because I had posted a blog about Max more than a year ago. I quoted a letter from Max’s mother, in which she referred to Max being bullied in school. She complimented the open friendship offered to Max by Kara (my grand-daughter) and her friends. The emphasis of the letter was not critical, just thankful to Kara and friends. Some excerpts follow:

“Hi Kim, I wanted to send you a note and tell you about Kara. She has seen my son Max several times this summer, and has been very nice to him. She and her friends even play games with him at the local swimming pool, where they shoot baskets and probably let him win at the game of PIG.… More

Last Saturday morning I received a request to help a neighbor.Well, not exactly a neighbor in my subdivision, but an acquaintance that I know from a home Bible study. First of all, the recent week of rain in New Mexico broke the worst two-year drought on record. Moreover, it caused caused local flooding. It was an extension of the rains which caused the terrifying floods along the Front Range in Colorado. The email request stated that sand needed to be cleaned out of Jerry’s back yard, and to bring a shovel.

I rolled up with my caramel latte, gloves and shovel around 8 am on a Saturday, and was surprised to see a bulldozer there. Around the back of the house, I was astonished to see about four feet of sand covering Jerry’s entire backyard.… More

Yesterday I was down with the blues, but did not know why. So I went dancing last night, which usually restores my upbeat. First of all, they were teaching the Hustle, I dance I had never done. Let me explain, the dance is a kind of swing, and I liked it. Rotating dance partners was enjoyable too, until I realized I was the poor man in the circle, as far as knowing the dance…..everyone else danced like a pro! However, by the time I left the dance hall I was feeling just as down as when I had come.

However, this morning I put on my tennies and committed to a fast walk along the arroyo. As a professional runner once said “People on the running track are not depressed”.… More

 

When I die I may not go to heaven, ‘Cause I don’t know if they let cowboys in. If they don’t, then let me go to Texas, ‘Cause Texas is as close as I’ve been. This song was by Tanya Tucker, who admitted in another song “My soul’s in San Antone”.

Not too far away, in Alabama, Hank Williams Jr. was singing: If heaven ain’t a lot like Dixie, I don’t want to go. If heaven ain’t a lot like Dixie, I’d just as soon stay home. If they don’t have a Grand Old Opry, Like they do in Tennessee, Then send me to hell or New York City….. It would be about the same to me.

Now I love country music, and I love dancing the two-step to songs such as these.… More

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