Some thoughts are worth socking away for the fertile soil of life in their season. Which is why these were in the book. Some of these will be duplicated elsewhere in the blog because they were cropped out of one of these pages.
somewhere between 1986 and 1996 I was left alone with an ink pen and a pencil. It’s interesting how some of these thoughts cancel each other out, just like in real life. The man in smokey fumes is a welder. We accept certain perils to provide for our families. The Personally Tuned Script isn’t completely...