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We had little, but had it all...

In the many lean years ... my Mom actually convinced me that toast points ... toasted and sliced Wonder Bread... served with stewed tomatoes... was a feast fit for a member of royalty ...

I agreed ... 'cuz it filled me up, after a long day bikin' all over the place ... fittin' my bike with playing cards in the spokes ... so it would make a clackity-clack-clack noise as I traveled through my world, back then .... which included Old Joe ... who owned the newsstand on the corner and always saved a quarter for me ... I would pull up, on my bike ... he would palm me the quarter, and I would go off to the fruit stand, in the Summer ... the candy store in Winter ... and bring him back a peach or a fudge square, depending ... in return ... he always fixed my bike ... put new inner tubes in the tires ... adjusted the handles and seat ...

You've brought to me lasting things, this night ... lysander ... I can not thank you enough ...

Small miracles, too ... for I have not thought of Old Joe in years ... and now he has made it to the net .... something which would have surely amazed him!

Well, I just watched the press conference in Abilene with the parents of the infant that was kidnapped and now recovered. WHAT a wonderful story!

The father read a statement in Spanish, which was translated for him, thanking all the official groups and Governor Perry, but especially all the people who came up to them and hugged them and tried to help. He said this was why this is a wonderful country. And then in English, he said "God bless America."

The mother, who has both hands bandaged from being dragged while trying to stop the kidnapper,spoke in English and was most appreciative and wanted to especially thank the high school boy, Robert Todd (?) for holding onto the car and even trying to break the window with his fists, during which he was injured. She said that he is a hero and deserves a medal.

This made me feel happy about our country, and I thought you would appreciate it.

Thank you for reminding us that there once was a day when children could have adult friends.

Some of my favorite memories are of playing store with the man who managed my father's business. He was always patient with me when, he really needed to do his work.

My father left me with this man while my mom was in the hospital. I was supposed to nap. I ran wild all over the store. Every once in a while he would yell "Hello, Mr. Evans!" I would hit my pallet. He never told on me but, my dad always knew I was up, instead of napping.

I didn't know how until years later this man explained that daddy would look at the bottoms of my socks!

I never doubted one moment that I was safe with this man.