Finding grace from the stolen laundry bag

Update on the stolen laundry: It’s still stolen. I spoke with a Des Moines police detective this morning. He was as polite as can be. He was also honest. The chances of my bag being found are somewhere between impossible and miraculous. He didn’t say that. But I can read between the lines. It’s OK.Continue reading “Finding grace from the stolen laundry bag”

College football stinks, but the transfer portal is cool

The college football season ended Monday night. I sat down in my overstuffed brown recliner with a tumbler full of iced tea and a bag of Doritos. I was asleep by kickoff. I wanted to root for the Texas Christian Horned Frogs. My late friend and mentor Steve Buttry graduated from there. The late MickContinue reading “College football stinks, but the transfer portal is cool”