Sore is fun …

Many years ago, I played high school football. I will never forget what the beginning of summer practice felt like: two-a-day workouts in steamy heat, pushing ourselves as hard as we could. For at least a week, we’d be sore all over from the unaccustomed strain on our...
Hands in the dirt

Hands in the dirt

The military talks about boots on the ground. Archaeologists talk about hands in the dirt. Today we are archaeologists, of a sort, as Susan and I joined the Fourth Expedition to Lachish, directed by Yosef Garfinkel of Hebrew University along with Michael Hasel and...
It’s about time

It’s about time

Lawmakers across the southeast are scrambling to remove the Confederate battle flag from capitol grounds and automobile tags, all motivated by a bigoted young white man’s hateful murders of nine black persons who had met to study the Bible and pray at...
Juneteenth, and freedom still waits

Juneteenth, and freedom still waits

I suspect many people had not heard of “Juneteenth” before this week, when the 150th anniversary of the celebration followed by just two days the heartless murder of nine black worshipers in Charleston’s historic Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal...
Detours

Detours

There’s nothing like a detour when you have your mind set on going somewhere. Detours slow you down. They might frustrate you. Then again, they might afford the opportunity to see something new. All of those came into play as Susan and I made our way to Dallas...
Bye, bye, bluebird …

Bye, bye, bluebird …

One of the joys of late spring can be found flitting about the trees. Our backyard is typically populated by robins, thrashers, wrens, towhees, chickadees, sparrows, cardinals, woodpeckers, and doves, with a few other feathery friends just passing through. This year a...