faith-walk

Saturday was the funeral of someone I have known since early childhood, a beautiful, elegant lady named Ruth Pounds who taught “social dancing and etiquette” to thousands of junior high school children. We learned social graces. We learned respect. We learned not to bite our nails. And we learned to dance. (more…)

This was supposed to be a coffee shop. There used to be one here, I am certain of that. There are tables, chairs, and booths, a counter, several microwaves, an obviously defunct soft drink machine; through an opening in the wall behind the counter I can see what could have been a kitchen. The room smells like popcorn, and I am hungry. Just outside in the atrium is an umbrella table. Cute, but presently unused and useless. (more…)