My Grandpa Purvis was named Louis and went by “Lou”. My first name is Louis, after him. I hated the name Louis while growing up. It wasn’t until my sister Kathy told me a story about Grandpa Purvis that I realized it was a name to be proud of. Read one of my early posts which I called “A Name To Be Proud Of” to see why you can “Call Me Lou.”
A Few Of My Latest Blogs
- Killer Porta-Potty!Have you ever been somehwere so nasty that the “ick” factor made you gag? Did your best friend help you through it?
- Don’t Make Me Come Down There!The preachers kid is an expert in non-verbal communication. Unfortunately, the signals may be ignored and disaster results…..painfully.
- Run For Your Life!There’s a fine line between running for your life and outright panic. I always seemed to be doing one or the other.
- Facing Mortality.Covid-19 made me face my own possible death. I’d always been able to avoid facing my own mortality.
- What happened to You?I am Alive.
- Graduation Day!It was later reported that my wife’s exact words were “Where in the… %^)*_&$… is John?” She was very eloquent on special occasions.
- Catch That Burglar.The dispatcher called on the radio and reported that there was a burglar alarm going off at a house west of town.
Archive of Blog Posts
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Published by John Purvis
I was born and raised in Kansas. I am number 6 in a family of 7 children. My father was a minister in the United Methodist Church for 50 years. We moved every few years to a new church. Each new location became a new chapter in the journey. I have had the privilege of knowing so many different people from varying backgrounds. I have also had many friends and close relatives who’ve been able to share this journey. As an adult I have worked in law enforcement, taught crimnal justice in a university, and practiced as an attorney. I wanted to share some of the stories and adventures I have had.