Gangs. August 6, 2020 As a Park Ranger, I had to be ready for just about anything. It could be about camping fees or some type of serious criminal act.
Thank You!! August 3, 2020 Thank You for Following and Liking my blog “Call Me Lou.” I have reached 100 followers and appreciate each and every one of you.
So There I Was… July 31, 2020 I was tired and bored as I sat in the drive-thru of our local Abilene McDonalds. Apparently, the Good Lord was in the same line.
The Gold Stud. July 29, 2020 Dad was a Christ-loving pacifist. That was the only reason I lived to reach the age of 18.
The Flood. July 22, 2020 The flood at the creek nearly drown me. I never told mom what really happened.
The Crash of Glass. July 16, 2020 The crash of glass was heard as I tried to make it through the door.
Climb That Mountain! July 8, 2020 We had to climb to the peak of that mountain and live to tell the tale. Unfortunately for us, we lived in Kansas, so the nearest mountain was over 600 miles away, in Colorado.
My Burning Love… July 1, 2020 As a preachers kid, having my girlfriend over to the parsonage was a tricky business.
Fake Preacher! June 25, 2020 The security guard at St Francis Hospital challenged dad to prove he was a minister.
Kidnapped! June 19, 2020 The preachers kid was kidnapped on a youth group trip…..Sort of. You’d be surprised to know who did it and how he was rescued……Sort of.
Dad Had a Drinking Problem… June 12, 2020 Dad had a drinking problem that caused shame, anger, and embarrassment as a minister.
Angel on my Bumper. June 4, 2020 An angel on my bumper was the one thing I could give the retired preacher when he was close to death.
Dance with a Snake? May 28, 2020 Dad bought Spumoni ice cream which, as a child, I decided was torture.
John Wayne Defends the Preacher? May 22, 2020 I went at the other boy like a spider monkey on a sugar high, but Dad had a different idea.
Shocking,.. Just Shocking! May 14, 2020 That toy truck flew like a rocket when we put the electricity to it. And nearly killed the neighbor doing it.
Scarred For Life! May 6, 2020 Mother scarred me for life when she had me wear second-hand girls clothing and tried to convince me they were boys clothes.
All Time Greatest? May 2, 2020 I snuck away from a church picnic to slide down the spillway at the lake and nearly killed myself in the process.
Fire, Fire,..Oops! April 25, 2020 Playing firefighter in the parsonage got too real when my plan went awry.
The Methodist Ladies, A Dead Body, and the Baptist Church. April 18, 2020 We launched a tire from the roof of the parsonage during a church ladies meeting. Someone thought a dead body had fallen.
The Great Cave Expedition. April 15, 2020 Exploring the church crawlspace on a secret mission. We thought we’d been successful until unforeseen circumstances intervened.
A Name to Be Proud of.. March 1, 2020 I was ashamed by my first name until I found out the wonderful story of my namesake. Now just call me Lou.
Paint job on the church. February 17, 2020 I will confess to painting on the wall of the church, but will claim that I have a defense. My little sister talked me into it.
Just a little ornery. February 5, 2020 Preachers kids have the reputation of being ornery or trouble makers. They are on view for the world to see and expected to be angels. Sometimes they aren’t.
As a Park Ranger, I had to be ready for just about anything. It could be about camping fees or some type of serious criminal act.
Thank You for Following and Liking my blog “Call Me Lou.” I have reached 100 followers and appreciate each and every one of you.
I was tired and bored as I sat in the drive-thru of our local Abilene McDonalds. Apparently, the Good Lord was in the same line.
Dad was a Christ-loving pacifist. That was the only reason I lived to reach the age of 18.
The flood at the creek nearly drown me. I never told mom what really happened.
The crash of glass was heard as I tried to make it through the door.
We had to climb to the peak of that mountain and live to tell the tale. Unfortunately for us, we lived in Kansas, so the nearest mountain was over 600 miles away, in Colorado.
As a preachers kid, having my girlfriend over to the parsonage was a tricky business.
The security guard at St Francis Hospital challenged dad to prove he was a minister.
The preachers kid was kidnapped on a youth group trip…..Sort of. You’d be surprised to know who did it and how he was rescued……Sort of.
Dad had a drinking problem that caused shame, anger, and embarrassment as a minister.
An angel on my bumper was the one thing I could give the retired preacher when he was close to death.
Dad bought Spumoni ice cream which, as a child, I decided was torture.
I went at the other boy like a spider monkey on a sugar high, but Dad had a different idea.
That toy truck flew like a rocket when we put the electricity to it. And nearly killed the neighbor doing it.
Mother scarred me for life when she had me wear second-hand girls clothing and tried to convince me they were boys clothes.
I snuck away from a church picnic to slide down the spillway at the lake and nearly killed myself in the process.
Playing firefighter in the parsonage got too real when my plan went awry.
We launched a tire from the roof of the parsonage during a church ladies meeting. Someone thought a dead body had fallen.
Exploring the church crawlspace on a secret mission. We thought we’d been successful until unforeseen circumstances intervened.
I was ashamed by my first name until I found out the wonderful story of my namesake. Now just call me Lou.
I will confess to painting on the wall of the church, but will claim that I have a defense. My little sister talked me into it.
Preachers kids have the reputation of being ornery or trouble makers. They are on view for the world to see and expected to be angels. Sometimes they aren’t.