Foreword to Morris Williams book.
It's my third night to sleep on a water-bed.
Jeremy and our grandson, David, called to say they were walking to our house from school.
It's a lazy river and a lazy life. But ask Phillip Chilemba, and he will tell you that it was not always so.
The chimp was in good form. Chattering and grimacing, the imprisoned animal rattled the slats and sent a toothy smile in my direction. I smiled back. He was funny!
You've heard about the Taj Mahal, the Eiffel Tower, the Hanging Gardens and the Great Wall of China ... those wonders of the world that leave me speechless.
We were involving our children in debt retirement. I have no regrets. I would do it again. I would do some things differently, for sure, with the wisdom that hindsight brings, but I would do it.
You need three basic ingredients ... a tree... kids... and a father who cares. That's all you need for a tree house!
Then, as I charged the finish line, I looked up ... and to my dismay I saw a man ... waving me back! It had been a false start. I had run the hundred yards all alone!
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