The Field One Last Crop by Ken Rummer Beyond our yard is the trail and beyond the trail is the field. The field marches north to the dusty fog that marks the gravel of the next mile road. Thomas Jefferson’s grid of surveyed squares is much in evidence around here. This is land the… Read more »
October 6, 2017
Sightings
The Field One Last Crop by Ken Rummer Beyond our yard is the trail and beyond the trail is the field. The field marches north to the dusty fog that marks the gravel of the next mile road. Thomas Jefferson’s grid of surveyed squares is much in evidence around here. This is land the… Read more »
The Big Sort Downsizing the retired pastor’s library by Ken Rummer Last to be unpacked were the books. They had lived in four tall bookcases and one small one in the church office, and in three tall bookcases in the home library, but only three of those bookcases came with us to the new… 
The ambush Jumped by nothing to do by Ken Rummer Well, it finally came, and when it did, it took me by surprise. My friend had headed for home after helping me paint the garage floor. My wife was off caring for a grandchild. And I was sitting in the reading chair watching the… 
Waiting is hard Living the in between times By Ken Rummer It’s not like I’ve never waited before. I’ve waited for the cereal box-top prize to come in the mail. I’ve waited in the wings to go on stage. I’ve waited for summer vacation and for Christmas morning and for spaghetti water to boil. But… 
Facing Retirement Wrestling With The Ghost of Samuel By Ken Rummer I’ve had trouble envisioning my life in retirement, and I suspect a ghost is involved, the ghost of Samuel. Years ago, when I told my parents about my decision to go…