When Jesus was riding into Jerusalem, crowds met him, solemnly, as he smiled not. He was not to be crowned King, as they thought, for he knew he was riding toward his death.
... next to last house on a dead-end street.Everything about it spelled death and defeat.Sometimes you call an ambulance, or maybe it’s worse.There’s the undertaker at the wheel of his hearse.Doom, by T-Imenem There are lots of cul-de-sacs in Lake Country, but I’m beginning to wonder if they might...
Our intrepid public servants must think we are a bunch of imbeciles (and they may be right, since we’re the ones who elected them).But if the recent episode of senior U.S. officials mistakenly inviting a reporter into a group chat discussing battle plans to strike Houthi targets in Yemen last week...
Well if the Lord that made the moon and stars Would have meant for me and you to have cars, He’d have seen that we was all born With a parking space“Lord, Mr. Ford,” Jerry Reed, written by Dick FellerLast week’s column celebrated the simple joy of driving around on a beautiful spring day listening...
Merri Grace was one of my best college friends. Together, we went everywhere.She lived on campus, but I was too poor for such grandeur. I lived at home and drove to school. It was much like high school except we could skip class without our mothers being notified.Merri Grace was the boss.
Dear Editor, I am writing to formally request the immediate retraction of the article published by your newspaper featuring Jodie Ussery’s false allegations against a member of my department.