I've fallen into the habit of not reading these the day they hit my inbox, and then when I open them, reading one, and stopping myself (if I can) from reading another until the next day. The more of these you grant us, the more I find myself treating them as daily reflection. A chance to momentarily see something new through life's fog. This has been great, Brad. Thank you.
I remember your photos and reading the writing that you did while you were on the Mississippi Blues Trail. That’s been a few years ago now… if I remember correctly, I had just retired from the Air Force and was in the church on the Florida Panhandle… could I ever tell stories about that warped place
I've fallen into the habit of not reading these the day they hit my inbox, and then when I open them, reading one, and stopping myself (if I can) from reading another until the next day. The more of these you grant us, the more I find myself treating them as daily reflection. A chance to momentarily see something new through life's fog. This has been great, Brad. Thank you.
Thanks so much, John.
I remember your photos and reading the writing that you did while you were on the Mississippi Blues Trail. That’s been a few years ago now… if I remember correctly, I had just retired from the Air Force and was in the church on the Florida Panhandle… could I ever tell stories about that warped place
14 years ago! Crazy!