A Taste of Home

I glanced at the sign alongside the highway: “A Taste of Home.” It was an advertisement for a restaurant.  “Hmm,” I thought, “really? A taste of home?” At 516, Navajoe Road, Altus, Oklahoma, where I grew up, it was a pot roast on Sundays, like only Mom could do it, cooked to perfection. If it …

Got Directions

Ever since I first heard it, I’ve identified with that story about the businessman barreling through the countryside in his Lincoln Town Car. The guy is hopelessly lost, finally admits it to himself, and stops in a little one- horse-town he happens upon, pulling into a service station in the days when service stations were …

I’ll Be Your Boss

Sometimes kids say things we adults don’t quite understand, words that have a different meaning than we at first thought we comprehended. Such was the case when Eli, our almost seven-year-old grandson, accompanied Lori and me as we signed some financial documents. Eli saw the pictures of the financial manager’s children in his office and …