My great tan. :o) We have great beaches but if I go with Indonesian friends they don't get wet and try to hide in the shade. If I guys come out and want to chat and chat and chat and get my number so they can chat some more. So my great farmers tan is from riding my bike.

One of my

believing friends said, "It's like when Jesus comes back."

Can you find the traffic pattern? The stop light is out which happens all the time. But for the most part no one stops but everyone makes it through.

I had just gotten back in the US after 2 years being in Java and on my first Sunday, in a new city, a big chunk (the drive shaft) of my dad's jeep feel off in the church parking lot. I had Daddy's jeep because mine had died and had to be taken home to be fixed. Mr. Kenneth and some others came to the rescue. I stayed at that church for the 2 1/2 years I lived in that city and found out how great Mr. Kenneth and, his wife, Mrs. Betty are.
Please stop now and pray for them. Mrs. Betty found out this week she has cancer. Surgery is being scheduled for next week followed by radiation. Let's form a rescue party and go with them before our Father the Great Physician.

"Friends" from the monkey forest.

Cashews. My friend is burning them so that he can get them out of the shell.