Bob and I are going fishing today. Or maybe I should say, Bob is going fishing and I'm tagging along--to tend to Maggie, read, write and just ponder. The weather should be nice.
We probably won't do this too often, with the price of gas nearly up to $3.50 per gallon! That's a rip-off for sure. Bob wonders what his dad would think about all this price gouging. His dad ran a little Conoco station in Larned when Bob was growing up. Things were a lot different back then.
Here is a something from Thomas Merton that I read awhile back.
Our minds are like crows. They pick up everything that glitters, no matter how uncomfortable our nests get with all that metal in them.
(New Seeds of Contemplation
We probably won't do this too often, with the price of gas nearly up to $3.50 per gallon! That's a rip-off for sure. Bob wonders what his dad would think about all this price gouging. His dad ran a little Conoco station in Larned when Bob was growing up. Things were a lot different back then.
Here is a something from Thomas Merton that I read awhile back.
Our minds are like crows. They pick up everything that glitters, no matter how uncomfortable our nests get with all that metal in them.
(New Seeds of Contemplation
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