My wife called to me, “Honey! There are some men at the front door!” I rushed at the opportunity; I suspected that I knew who these men were: Jehovah’s Witnesses! Now most normal people would be glad to see these cultists move right along; not me! I wanted the chance to strike up a conversation
“Just an oil change!” I said to the attendant while sitting back in the comfort of my Volvo wagon, Bible propped on the steering wheel, enjoying a few minutes of rest as the mechanics did their thing in the underground cavern beneath my car. “It’s recommended that you change the drain plug,” Mechanic #1 interrupted,
One early Wednesday evening after leaving work at Cedars-Sinai, I planned to go to Trader Joe’s to pass out a Million-Dollar bill Gospel tract for my Evangelism class assignment. However, as we all know, the Lord sometimes changes our plans to suit His. At 4:28 pm as I was turning right onto a busy street
My daughters and I stumbled upon a mass of party-on-down ne’er-do-wells while visiting the L.A. Natural History Museum a few weeks back. It was tailgate party time for USC fans and they had taken up every bit of grass that separates The Coliseum from the museum. I was not aware of the cult of USC-dom.
Your Thoughts? MY THOUGHTS/What’s Wrong With This Picture?
Last week I posed this challenge and Jessica guessed it right! (You can read the whole story below.) I followed this car into my gym’s parking lot. The two bumper messages struck me as quite odd. Here’s a close-up view: Hmmmm… Have you figured it out? Tell me why you think this is odd and
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