Scrambled eggs for breakfast, scrambled thoughts for lunch. Ben is beginning to feel like a quarterback scrambling to recover a fumble. The difference is, this is not a game and the players are for keeps. So now he must make a call should he punt or pass. The clock is running down and he has to choose. Ben decides to keep the ball and run. As he begins to run he realizes he’s not alone. He has a blocker clearing the way, all the way to the pond. Will he score a touchdown, the stranger knows. The sediment settles.
A view too the cross through a new pair of glasses. Follow along and watch the plot thicken as I post each week.
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