I believe golf takes hand-eye and color coordination.

I believe in a quiet barber. I believe in country music, comfort zones, fitted ball caps, and a five-day forecast of rain. I believe in my wife and two growing boys, and that a person can have five friends, no more.

I believe in both sides of the argument.

I believe if the boy in The Giving Tree would have trunk-chopped the tree in the beginning, he’d have had a nice bonsai by the end of the book. And everyone would be happy.

I believe that I could be the cowboy in this mystery that died there in that desert sand so long ago. 🎶