*It is noted I did NOT write this story. I’ve heard many variations, nevertheless it is still a great story.
A very religious man who had followed God’s commandments his whole life found himself living in a house on the banks of a river that was rising. It was raining hard and all predictions were for [...]
He spits in his rag, washes my car window
San Francisco by Sara Fryd
A sign of the times
What sign is that, I ask myself?
That America is in trouble?
That our veterans have no place to live?
That a roof over one’s head is not a necessity
For a Marine?
Who fought for our security and more? Who now
Sleeps on [...]
