When the lights go out

By Joe Rector The lightning streaked across the sky, thunder roared, and in an instant, the power went out. It flickered a couple of times in feeble attempts to come back on, but not until sometime later in the night was the power restored to our house and community....

Mother Bird

By Joe Rector In the crook of the gutter at the corner of our deck, a robin worked diligently until she built her nest. Its position kept if out of the rain, and she found her place and began the process of hatching the eggs that held her babies. I’ve watched her for...

Senior Button

By Joe Rector I stopped for a talk with my neighbor’s son, Tony Nelson, the other day. He’s only a few years younger than I am, and he and his son were helping out around his mother’s house. We reminisced for a while, and then I made some comment about being old. Tony...

Trains

By Joe Rector Unlike many people, I’ve never moved far from the place where I grew up. Mother gave us a parcel of land behind her house on which to build the house where we live. Since then, 1978, Ball Camp has changed in so many ways. Subdivisions galore fill fields...

Punishment II

By Joe Rector Most folks work for a living. It’s time-consuming and demanding each and every day of the work week. Some people also must put in overtime to complete assignments, often without extra pay. However, of all the jobs, nothing is more intense than being a...