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Dorothy was right…

There is no place like home…

For the first time in four weeks, I slept in my own bed. Boy did it feel great!

Yesterday, as I arrived back in Karaganda. The streets seemed wet and they were. The temps were around 12 for a high. Even the snow/ice around my apartment building was a little wet as if it was beginning to thaw. Well, I know that it is too early for that to be happening en masse, but maybe it does signify that spring is on its way.

Another sign was the fact that it was light until almost 6 p.m. While it is still dark at 8 a.m. I am happy to see the days are getting longer.

I was speaking with my sister Nola and mentioned that it was good to be home. She informed me that home is in Texas. While she is “technically” right: you can take the boy out of Texas, but you can never take the Texas out of the boy…
My uncle Allan has lived in Ohio most of his life. Yet, he was raised in Wichita Falls and he still considers it home. He still considers himself a Texan. I can’t expect most people to understand this. You have to live in Texas to understand it.

One Texas slogan states: “It really ‘is’ a whole ‘nother country!” I don’t think I need Clinton to parse for me what “is” really means! However, right now I live in KZ and home is where the heart is and right now my heart is in Karaganda, KZ.

It’s good to be home…


  1. Joe: We are glad you are back home away from home. My home is in Heaven along with yours. I know you love your work and love the country over there but you can certainly keep all of that 12 degrees that you want to. Tex is doing fine. Keep up the good work for the LORD. David and Joyce

  2. David and Joyce,
    Thanks for stopping by. You have some of the most beautiful dogs… especially Tex and now his offspring.
    It was -27 last night… fortunately, I was at home in my bed at that time. However, it is 9 a.m. and still -24. Getting ready to hit the road.

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