People had mentioned how great the ice cream is Young’s Jersey Dairy near Yellow Springs, but being a city boy, I wasn’t much interested in making the 45-60 minute drive east of Dayton to a dairy for a scoop of ice cream. I mean, a scoop of UDF is plenty good enough, and they bring it… Continue reading Those Tiny Ice Cream Tasting Spoons
I’m just jumping right back in with no recap from the last post, so you may want to check out Part 1. The Bike/Seat Depending on the popularity of the coach, as well as the time the class is offered, it may be necessary to get to class early to get a bike. I always… Continue reading How Spin Class Is Like a Worship Service Part 2
No matter how busy I might be leading into vacation, I always try to ramp up my workout schedule, especially when we’re heading home. I strive to take off a few pounds before our trip because I know I will add about five. We love seeing family, certainly we do, but there’s no denying we… Continue reading Christmas in the Desert – Part 3
The first time I went to Disneyland I was about nine years old. If I am remembering correctly, it was a gift from the doctor my mother worked for as a secretary. She and my dad were divorced by then, so she loaded us four kids up in her small sedan — or was it… Continue reading Christmas in the Desert – Part 2
A couple months ago I wrote about the Tour de H2O, a charity bike ride I planned to participate in. My goal was to raise $500 as part of the group effort to construct a clean water system for a school in Kenya. I’m happy to say I met my goal, and then some. I… Continue reading 50 Miles for Charity
There’s a little ice cream shop in the small town where we live. There are two, actually. One, a soft-serve place that’s been around for decades by the look of it. The other, which opened up last year, offers hard ice cream — or, as some of the folks call it around here, hand-dipped. The later… Continue reading Back in Business
Last Friday night, I called in an order at the local pizza place here in the small town where we live. Because I seldom have cash and I’m unsure whether their delivery guys can take my debit card, I usually go pick up the pizza. It’s less than a mile from our house anyway. Cindy… Continue reading A Truck Made with Forks?