When my wife’s grandparents were in early seventies, my wife and I were in college in Southern Missouri and they came with my wife’s parents to visit us from Southern Illinois and stayed overnight in a hotel. This was the first time in their lives they had ever not been at home to go to bed at night in their own bed. Ever. First time. Let me repeat: they had not been away from home for one night in their lives. No vacations to the Grand Canyon, no overnight trips to the Grand Ole Opry, and no traveling so far from home that they couldn't get home by bedtime. I thought it was one of the craziest things I had ever heard at the time. Now I don’t think it is so crazy. As I get older, I find that I like being home, keeping an eye on things, and seeing who is coming and going in the neighborhood. I work from home at least two days a week and this has only made me appreciate being at home more. When I’m home, I can take a look and see if my roof missing any shingles. I can tell you...
by Chris Rainey. This is a blog of my journaling, essays, opinion pieces, religious satire, and creative writing.