...and the sad part was the older you got the more expensive they became!

Being the basement of course, natural lighting from the outside was scarce and with no lights turned on it could be hollow and eerie, especially as “he” was in there.

Yesterday day I discovered that I had been looking in the wrong place.

And don’t forget the page under the cover page, Page #3, which contained, among other things, the Ten Commandments in short rhyme!

Didn't that used to be a Salvation Army thing?

I was driving at the time and the shock of his inquiry so distracted me that I nearly left the highway!

I confess there were days when I felt that I could not do this; I could not live in these circumstances; I could not pay the price to be the harvester of souls that the Lord had called me to be; I was not a fisherman nor was I a fisher of men.

I had never thought to commit to memory the numerical place of each letter of the alphabet and like many a humbled man, I thanked him and walked away, counting on my fingers “A, B, C,...

Would it surprise you to learn that not one of the drums in our collection is in pristine condition but rather all are scratched, dented, dusty, and dirty, punctured, marked and to the untrained eye perhaps - thought now to be rubbish?

On good days we sometimes received two channels – CBC and CTV with CTV often sending a stronger signal, or maybe it was because we only had one antenna in the attic?