Well, Ranch Camp’s almost over. This is the next-to-the-last week, which, as I recall from my days running camp, is the tiredest, hardest week of all for the camp staff. Next week their hearts will be bittersweet sad/happy, remembering the campers they’ve served over the summer, not knowing if they’ll see them ever again, hoping they will…
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity
“For what profit comes to man from all the toil and anxiety of heart with which he has labored under the sun? All his days sorrow and grief are his occupation; even at night his mind is not at rest.” (from Ecclesiastes)“This is what I shall do: I shall tear down my barns and build…
Some Are Born Great…
Picnicking before the play begins “What do you supposed UT thought when someone proposed starting a Shakespeare summer program way out here?” I asked Jerry as we wound our way around obscure country roads south of Hwy 290 and midway between Brenham and Giddings. “About what people thought when we proposed starting Down Home Ranch…
F Words
I was introduced recently to a concept I’d, strangely, never heard of before–a derogatory reference to the work most often available to people with intellectual disabilities. Kyle cleans up after horses The phrase is: “food, filth, and flowers,” and refers to the fact that if a person with IDs is going to find work, it’s…