The bank of clouds now swept hugely out of the western sky. Its front was purple and black, with gray between, a bulging, mushrooming, vast thing instinct with storm. It had dark, angry, threatening aspect. As if all the power of the winds were pushing and piling behind, it rolled ponderously across the sky. A…

I’ve found few things are permanent, that failure is a choice.       I’m responsible for the bridges that I burn.       I’ve found that no one’s perfect; everybody stubs his toe,       And mistakes are opportunities to learn.”               –Red Steagall  (“Failure”)        “Therefore strengthen…

Only there was laughter here once—and now there’s silence. There was life—and now there’s death.”                     –Zane Grey  (Riders of the Purple Sage)        “Yes, remember your Creator now while you are young, before the silver cord of life snaps and the golden bowl…