Reflections of a Freaking Genius

I always loved recess growing up in our small town.    We may not have had the best equipment in the world, but we had a good time.   The monkey bars, the slide,   the swings, the little baseball diamond, and the tetherball pole made for some good times with the Clearwater Elementary classmates.   Memories of playing games with those kids, most of whom I ended up graduating with, are very fond.   One of the guys had some kind of skin condition that caused pretty severe swelling in areas which were hit very hard.   I’ll never forget the time he was hit by a soccer ball in the face, and the other time the tether ball smacked him, again in the face.   His head swelled up like a basketball.   He was as fully Caucasian as I am, but within a matter of minutes he looked like a red-faced Asian with an oversized head. Another thing I remember about the playground was the arguments.   Of course, there were rarely disagreements with those dear ...

It really is wise advice…if that sage warning is heeded.  I said I’d never be a pastor.  I spent 15 years of my life, give or take, doing the pastor thing.  I said I’d never, ever work retail.  But I found myself in a position of being between jobs at one time where it was either starve or work retail, so I found myself banging register keys and picking up after nasty shoppers.  Besides leaving things not even close to where they were found, and stuffing things in bags and shoe boxes to lift them undetected by the eye in the sky, there were unspeakable things going on in the changing rooms.  Maybe that too, but I was talking about literally finding...um...how do I put this delicately…..excrement in the changing room.  No, not the mens changing room! Nasty job! I’ve also said that I would never fall for some of the crazy things I’ve seen on Facebook.  You know what I’m talking about.  Those crazy posts that are supposed to be re-posted becau...