Numbers Don’t Define Us
It still amazes me how I might not remember what I had for breakfast — yet I can rattle off my childhood phone number. It was: 462-7611. Yes — just seven numbers back then! And don’t get me started on that ticket number at the Social Security office — the one that told me I…
Keeping the Score….or NOT!
In East Texas last weekend, we enjoyed playing cards with Larry and Staci. I think it was a test to see if Carl could measure up to their card-playing skills. They found out quickly (and so did I), that Carl is a pro when he schooled us on some added features of Spades! Larry was…