Russellings of the Spirit

mystery

  • Whatever happened to whistling?

    As I walked into the restroom at the Denver Convention Center the other day, I was whistling.  To my best recollection, the tune was Phil Collins’ I Can’t Dance… the most recent song playing on my car’s radio when I parked… Continue reading

  • Certain Uncertainty

    I may have said this before, but I just LOVE Google! Questions which, in bygone days, might have floated off into the ether unanswered, can now be resolved in the blink of an eye, thanks to Google. Just yesterday, for example, I… Continue reading

  • The man on the bench

    I almost missed him, and thereby, his invitation. The low, one-story building came slowly into view on the left as we drove through Hays, Kansas earlier this week. The building was made of red brick with a corrugated metal roof.… Continue reading

  • Stories and Suitcases

    I’ve always said, if there’s a suitcase, there’s a story. Rosie and I were out on our afternoon walk through the neighborhood today. I tried to coax her onto a little longer route than we normally take, but she wasn’t… Continue reading