Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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You Can’t Know What You Don’t Know
They came. Ethan, our grandson, brought thirteen college students from Taylor University, ready for a spring break bereft of snow. They left school during a snowstorm. They were ready for sun and warmth. They arrived at 3 a.m. Sunday morning, having driven twenty hours through traffic jams, more snow, and mountains. They were ready for…
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Robotic Responses
They’ve come from all over the world to compete in the F.I.R.S.T. Robotics Competition here in Orlando, a regional competition that could lead some of them to the world competition in Houston. Teams are made of high schoolers who must follow strict rules under time restraints to build an industrial-sized robot to compete in games…
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Stinginess Doesn’t Pay
They were coming. We had to prepare. Our oldest grandson is coming home for spring break–and he’s bringing thirteen of his closest friends with him. When you go to school in northern Indiana, the warmth of Florida in March is inviting. We’re thrilled to have them come; our home was built to house our six…
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What Are You Feeling?
Passport pictures are definitely not Glamour Shots. I went in recently to renew my passport; I needed a new photo. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. I tend to smile when a camera faces me. I don’t have an easily accessible straight face. For passports, smiles aren’t acceptable. For some reason, it messes up facial recognition.…
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Super What?
At Christmas, when our family was together, we played a game asking crazy questions to determine what most people thought. The idea was to be in agreement with most people. One of my favorite questions asked if we were a superhero, what power would we want to have? Almost everyone said flying. I didn’t. I…
Tip of My Iceberg 