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It may be that Stubby is gone for good. In the summer of 2022, I started writing about my mother’s new pet, a red squirrel who she reluctantly began to care for. My parents live on 20 acres in the woods up north in a house my father designed when he retired 35 years ago. The house looks over the lake and, for most of the winter, my parents have few neighbors, except for the birds at their feeder and the deer making their way through the deep snow and, of course, red squirrels.

Some individuals are healthier than others, but the uncomfortable facts reveal the human body is generally frail and vulnerable. I occasionally joke around with my Son-in-law about him being from another planet because he claims he’s never been sick, however, like the rest of us, there will come a day when something will go wrong. As a minister, I’ve seen my share of sickness and pain and it hurts me to see someone suffer. My father was a very sick man, and our family watched him go through years of agony. With my parents being faithful members of their church, they received countless thoughts and prayers for him to overcome his health problems and it was appreciated. Why was he not healed? Well, I guess that question could also be asked about millions of others since the beginning of time and the answer is always that God’s plans are perfect.

He is a grandfather, and as such, he wishes to introduce his granddaughters to the simple pleasures of life. Like riding to the dump in his truck. “We’re going where?” the girls asked, with an overabundance of sophistication.

A mean step-father once, out-ofthe-blue, pinched a plug out of my bicep, prompting an angry “ouwee, what did you do that for?” response. His answer was, “because you hit me,” to which I yelped, “I did not!” His counter, “but you thought about it didn’t you,” was both a justification for his hurtful action as well as a twisted, reason for his pre-emptive behavior.

During my childhood, the lengthening days of spring which gave way to summer were thick with humidity and with opportunity. Lightning bugs affirmed the approach of June, July and August when the school doors would close, and the refrigerator doors would open wide with lemonade and Jell-O.

Our cat, Felix, has a new home. We adopted Felix in Mexico while we were staying there. The woman who fostered him, Marcela, thought he was a kitten because he was so small -- except for his tail, which appears to be intended for a much larger cat. But when I took him to the vet, they said he was two years old. I worried he was going through a lot of changes rather quickly for a two-year-old. He lived on the streets until he was picked up by Marcela, then he came to live with us in Mexico. Now Felix and Peter and I are returning to the U.S. together.

The hymn “Amazing Grace” is one of the most well-known songs ever written. Do you know the backstory of this song? The hymn was penned by John Newton 250 years ago when he was a parish priest in Olney, England. He might be one of the most unlikely people to ever become a priest in history. You see, Newton had followed in his father’s footsteps as a sailor, and eventually became the captain of a slave ship, transporting captured Africans to the New World to be sold into bondage. He was living a life of sin and openly rebelling against God by taking part in the heinous slave trade.

I didn’t mean to take a field trip last week, but I ended up in a local photo lab where the technician aided and abetted me. “Did you take this picture?” she asked, making sure we weren’t breaking any copyright laws. Not only did I tell her “Yes,” I told her how lovely the vacation was, where we traveled, and how much fun we had. It was Too Much Information…unless you enjoy field trips, meeting new people and hearing stories.

The fact is, I am spoiled.