Better By a Mile

If you need to catch up, you can read up on the resurrection of my dad's van  here .  That old van carried us around for several years.  She was a workhorse.  She was also a jerk sometimes.  In the Fall of 1994, my dad decided it was time for us to make the move from Mississippi to Pennsylvania.  We had a lot of relatives in PA that we hadn't seen in a very long time, so my Dad thought it would be good for us to get to know them.  We packed as much of our stuff as we could fit into our van and hit the road. Somewhere in Virginia, our headlights started to go dim and the van started to die.  We were able to take a quick exit before she decided to shut off completely.  We tried to start it up again, but there was no response.  My dad quickly concluded that the battery was dead, but he didn't know why.  We popped the hood and noticed that the alternator belt was really loose.  Ah-ha!  Without the alternator working, it wa...

I recently read a story about a woman who got caught selling her food stamps online.  While I don't endorse or approve of her actions, I was saddened by the number of people who had plenty of unkind things to say about her.  I thought about that old Everlast song, "What it's like", and that most of these people (myself included) probably have no idea what was going on in her life to make her do that, or what it was like to walk in her shoes.  The unfortunate truth is that many people find themselves in desperate situations where they feel they must resort resort to actions that other people might consider extreme and unacceptable. People have different limits, just like many of us have different definitions of  needs  and  wants.   A philosophy professor once challenged my class with a dilemma: A man's wife is dying and he cannot afford the medicine that will save her life.  Is it ok for him to steal from the drug store to save her life?  O...

My daughter was recently throwing one of her spunk fits, so I told her to go to her room until she was ready to listen and be kind.  Normally, she'd stop mid-fit to plead with me, I'd insist that she go to her room, and she'd sob her way up the steps.  This time was different. After telling her to go to her room, she took a deep breath and shot me a terrible glare.  Her face began to glow deeper shades of red, and I could see the veins popping out on her neck.  It was as if she was screaming at me while holding her breath.  Then, her eyebrows went into an angry "V" formation and she started to tremble.  Woah!  What is that look?  What is happening?  My body was frozen still (thank God), but something inside me tried to leap out and tackle her to the ground.  I say that in a bit of jest, but I seriously got a wave of anger so intense that it gave me chills.  I hadn't experienced this with her before, but something about it seemed st...

This morning, I was driving my daughter to school and I noticed that my clock wasn't working in the car.  Oh well, probably popped a fuse.  I decided to turn the radio on to check the time.  No radio.  Hmm, things are getting interesting.  TWO blown fuses?  What are the chances?  Weird.  Seconds later, it starts to drizzle.  I hit the wipers.  Nothing.  I started to panic.  We're running a bit late for school, and now I know I'm going to be late for work...especially if I can't get these stinking wipers to work.  I dropped Charlie off at school and circled back home instead of heading to the office.   Perhaps it was a simple fix.  I pulled into the garage and left it running while I did a quick Google search.  It turns out that I'm not the first victim of this odd happening.  Fortunately, there's almost always some other people who are kind enough to share their similar experiences and solutions.  ...

I had always planned to share my faith here, but a couple of excuses had been holding me back. First, I was afraid that I might share something that turned someone away.  I have a lot of friends who aren't Christians or just don't like church.  I assumed that some of my friends and visitors wouldn't want to read about God. Second, my past is what makes my salvation story so astonishing to me.  I thought that I needed to share more about where I've been and what life is like now, before I explained that it is  God  who turned my life around. I was moved by an awesome message at church today, and I decided that there was no possible way I could continue on with this blog if I didn't at least write the  really short version now.  I'll fill in the details later: Life was tough.  I did a lot of stuff that I shouldn't have done.  I refused to take responsibility for myself, and life continued in a destructive downward spiral.  God b...

I was recently exchanging messages with a friend of mine and learned that we have more childhood experiences in common than we knew.  I chuckled when I learned that she had weekly run-ins with her pipes as a kid too! I sleep hard Until my late 20's, I was hell to wake up in the mornings.  My wife might argue that I still am from time to time.  When we were kids, my sister would literally throw water on me to get me out of bed.  I'd wake up in such a violent fit that she'd throw the water while standing in my doorway and shut the door before the water hit me.  This was a daily routine.  I'd wake up, realize that I wasn't being attacked, and lay my blankets out on the floor to dry.  In the wintertime, if I woke up to my sister yelling and poking me with a broom handle instead of throwing water, it usually meant only one thing: frozen pipes. From 1995-1997, we lived in a pretty decent trailer just a few miles outside the city of Sunbury, PA...

[Last Updated Jan. 7, 2017] According to Webster, a Rambler is "one who moves aimlessly from place to place".  We were definitely ramblers.  I made you all a map to prove it! My sister and I attended 11 schools in 5 different states and many more towns.  We got used to it, probably like anyone else who moved a lot as a kid.  Two things really sucked about moving: Trying to make friends (duh!) and losing stuff during the moves.  We once lost all of our youth sports trophies in our move from MS to PA because one of us had the brilliant idea to pack them in a trash bag that was left behind.  The same thing happened with most of our toys in another move.  Most of our photo albums and other sentimental stuff were lost in a storage unit that was auctioned off to pay overdue rental fees.  I want to scream at the television every time I see an episode of   Storage Wars . One of the cool things about moving a lot is that you get to  see ...