On Sunday, I was part of a ceremony to recognize the beginning of a pastor’s service to a church. The one who was commissioned is a friend of mine, a gentleman who has already accomplished much in his life.
John Lowe is such a great guest, don’t be surprised if this second visit isn’t his last. When he came back a second time he hit two really important topics, failure and leadership.
Earlier this month, Southern Living named Poole’s Diner the best diner in North Carolina and praised it as follows: “Diners often feel frozen in time, and while Poole’s has the retro chrome edging, and red artificial leather stools and booths, you won’t find anyone in old-school waitress uniforms.”
The scenes in the poem “Madras” oscillate between the cultural corners of Madras (now called Chennai), India. From a meal at Karpagambal Cafe in the bang center of the city, where simplicity beckons at temples, crowded flower markets and tea stalls, the reader is wafted on a journey to the beach watching the sunset
This Just In – It’s Pi Day (3.14) and I’m going to try to refrain from all the puns and bad jokes about trying to resolve the unknowable question of “What’s 22/7?”