Last Monday I wrote about Ray’s and my 70-minute-round-trip jaunt to Ralph’s to pick up doughnuts. I’m afraid that Saturday trip to Ralph’s started something my waistline is regretting. One day last week I got a doughnut hole after play…
Thank you to all of you who prayed for us yesterday as we moved into a new headquarters. Thank you, too, to those who wrote yesterday. It meant a great deal to me. We began the day enjoying donuts from…
In Monday’s post, “People and an Old Doughnut Shop,” I mentioned my question to Ray about why people think a longtime business like Ralph’s is special but often don’t treat older people well. A friend of ours who is a retired…
Leaves on the dogwood tree in the front yard have a red tinge and the air had a nip in it when Ray and I made an early morning trip to Cookeville yesterday (not for doughnuts this time). God had…
Ray’s daddy loved to watch television. On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, he was watching the Today Show on NBC on the small television in his room across the hall from Ray’s and mine. I had stopped by for a visit…
