I picked up the local newspaper last night and took in all the insignificant news that would only make the paper in a town of 3,500. This morning I listened to the local radio station, which includes an hour for local residents to bargain their goods, which is brought to you by our local grocery store Nelson’s. I find comfort in the local accent of our states fine residents.
I think I’ll head to town today. I’ll probably run into 15 people I know at the grocery store alone, all wanting to know how

Lindsay and I are doing wishing us a happy holiday. Then I’ll make my way to my house, greet my parents and the neighbors and make a cup of hot coco as I sit on the mantel of the fire place while it warms my back. I look at things around my house from where I sit and they will invoke childhood memory after childhood memory. It will be glorious!
This is the Holy of Holies!
This is Tomahawk, WI!
2 comments:
Wish I were home too...soon I will also be taking in the milk and honey of the promised land.
glad you and lindsay made it home safely. let's set up a time to talk about ot and pelagius. i'll call you in the next few days to see when would be a good time. hope you are well, and it was good to see you and lindsay. peace
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