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“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” The possibilities for applying that tidbit of wisdom are endless, so we’ll just briefly look at three more examples then move on. A lot of today’s problematic issues would have … Continue reading →

Last week we looked at a Ben Franklin quote, “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” Once I began exploring how that jewel of wisdom might apply to current issues, it was hard to find an off … Continue reading →

Benjamin Franklin is credited with saying, “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” He was talking about house fires, but it can apply to countless situations. I’ve heard that old saying since childhood but never thought much … Continue reading →

I drove to Bainbridge in May for a high-school graduation ceremony. Our granddaughter, Melanie, was celebrating the conclusion of a wonderful experience at Grace Christian Academy. Expressions of faith were common among participants, which gave a much-needed boost to my … Continue reading →

I hadn’t planned a sequel about early memories of my longtime friend William Cross. It occurred to me, however, I had not mentioned two things for which he is well known – fishing and hunting. Many of us have tales … Continue reading →

William Cross, a friend since childhood, turned 70 in May. It’s a tad sobering to see kids I grew up with reaching three score and ten. No doubt it’s a blessing, but the trip was much shorter than I expected. … Continue reading →

Last week we covered the importance of having a plan. Luke Couch is the first person I remember saying, “If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.” I don’t know who originated that line, but I’ve gradually realized it’s … Continue reading →

Please don’t let the column title mislead you into relying on Joiner’s Corner for chimney repair advice. A lack of knowledge has rarely deterred me from expressing an opinion. That reminds me of something Mr. Emmett Stephens said during his … Continue reading →

Space ran out last week after reminiscing about Granddaddy’s liniment. We’ll cover two other elements of that childhood memory today. It was the winter of 1956, I think, a few months after I turned four. Recollections of drinking water in … Continue reading →

Old bricks have a comforting mystique not found in their younger siblings. Tarnished colors and time-worn textures cause me to ponder what stories they might have to tell. The ones I find most compelling are the solid bricks of yesterday’s … Continue reading →