Editor’s note: Today’s column is the beginning of a series covering the events surrounding Coach’s getting lost in Yellowstone the week of July 11.
CHAPTER 1
When it comes to flowers, I am the epitome of naivety. I have no expertise whatsoever in the plant world. All I see are red, blue and yellow.
As they went out, behold, they brought to Him a man, mute and demon-possessed. And when the demon was cast out, the mute spoke.
Good week. Welcome to the “Front Porch.”
The five-year-old had a hop in his step as he let go of his mama’s hand and plopped into the barber’s chair.
I must confess I sometimes get so busy that certain things have slipped my mind. I don’t do this intentionally, but I try to prioritize things in my life.
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