Heavenly music By Ken Bradbury It wasn’t my idea. My friends talked me into it. I had no real desire to ... Share This
Pardon my shorts By Ken Bradbury I drove past the athletic field east of Jonathan Turner Jr. High one morning ... Share This
‘Tis a gift to be simple By Ken Bradbury It’s just a theory, but I think that God likes simple. Just my opinion, but ... Share This
Well bread By Ken Bradbury When Mom brought home the loaf of whole wheat bread we had assumed that the ... Share This
I miss the catfish By Ken Bradbury I’m not telling you anything you don’t know or have not experienced, but I ... Share This
Dr. Dolittle lives By Ken Bradbury Three of us in the room and I wasn’t in the conversation. My friend said, ... Share This
Happy birthday. . . whoop-te-doo By Ken Bradbury It was a patronage job, pure and simple. I was a poor college student, I ... Share This
I don’t float By Ken Bradbury I am not built for a raft. My body shape is well suited to things like sofas, ... Share This
Grandma’s girdle By Ken Bradbury My Dad’s a tie kind of guy. You don’t enter a church without a tie. You don’t ... Share This
JSD #117 birthday bash By Ken Bradbury So Mr. Barlow of the Illinois College education department came to me and said, ... Share This