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    I’ve worked off and on throughout my life, and I’ve held different types of jobs. I was a dental technician in the Air Force. I’ve worked at Meijer in the toy department. I’ve done custodial work. I worked for two years as a teacher at a Christian school, but the most daring job I ever held was at a local bus company.  I knew the owners because they were faithful…

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    Coming through St. Louis on my way home to Cincinnati two days before Easter in 1996, my Subaru station wagon was making a horrendous howl every time I accelerated.  I pulled into Firestone about 4:30 on Friday afternoon to get my car checked and didn’t hit the road again until 9:00 – in a rental car.  My car was in need of a new transaxle, so it had to be…

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    As some of you may know, I’ve been on vacation.  When I go on vacation, I try not to take a vacation from writing My Blog or The Lord’s Page.  I attempt to keep up with it everywhere I go.  But this time, things got a little overwhelming and I had to take a break. We left Cincinnati on June 14th headed to Kansas.  I posted on my website that…

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    I’ve heard people say that New Yorkers are the rudest people on the planet.  They bump and jostle you as they rush past you and don’t even have the courtesy to apologize or say “excuse me.” I have poor equilibrium, so as people crowded around me, I bumped into them.  Being a polite Cincinnatian, I said, “Excuse me.”  I probably said it four or five times to several different people. …