Note: This is the fifth article in a series called Two Roads. Previous articles are always available at http://www.webbweekly.com. In addition to death, gravity, and grace, let’s consider the other things found on both the roads, the Road to Death and the Road to Life. Rest Stops Traveling consumes resources. A traveler must stop and
We are Travelers — and there are two roads on the map. One leads to Death, the other to Life. You are traveling one of those roads right now. We have already established that we are born traveling the road to Death. By the way, this is the third article in a series called Two
Your name is Traveler. It’s possible no one has ever called you by that name. It’s possible you’ve never identified yourself by that name. It makes no difference. It is your name. It’s always been your name. It is my name, too. By the way, this is the second article in the series called Two
Life is built on choices. In his poem, The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost reflects on the wonder and mystery of the choices we make, and the direction life takes. In case you’re not familiar with it, here it is in its entirety: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not
When Jim Webb asked me if I would write for the Weekly, I said no. I’m not a public person. I tend to be shy, and I prefer flying under the radar. Writing for Webb would put my thoughts in the public square and open them to misinterpretation and uninvited criticism. I just didn’t want
This isn’t an article about ping-pong. Having said that, I have been playing ping-pong since I was tall enough to see over the edge of the table. My dad and my oldest brother taught me the game in our basement, and we played a lot. When my little guys were tall enough, we picked up
