Byron, my wife’s grandfather, was 91 years old when he died. He was a venerable old soul. He was loved by many. I was there when they transferred him from the hospital to the hospice facility. Even though he was a successful life insurance agent who built a multi state practice, he found little comfort in his possessions or stock holdings in the end. Indeed, when the hospital packed up his belongings, they managed to fit in a single Wal-Mart plastic bag.
Do you have an iphone, Evo, Epic or some other android? Witness the language of the 4G sale: With _____________, enjoy blazing-fast downloads and amazing data plans…!
There’s one critical question your children must learn. As I write this blog, I’m on an airplane crowded with newspaper readers. I can hear the newspapers rustling even now. And what do those papers tell us? It’s a mosaic: