A number of people are familiar with the 'scribble pad' analogy of my life. For a long time, I have thought myself to be some sort of scribble pad where God writes His first drafts and makes all the adjustments to particular stories He tries to tell before sending them out for mass print. There [...]
As I stood on the Tender looking out at the Platform and the Derrick that sat on it, I was amazed at how they both rocked up and down . . .