Today, listening to the weather reports of the huge snowstorms in the upper eastern seaboard, I started to think of snow, fun and my experiences with it as a child. Most memories are of great fun times, but this one has haunted me since I was eight years old. School had just ended for the…
The F.H.B.’ in my Life…Shoes
It was spring of 1985, at that time I was employed as a Store Manager for the Salvation Army ARC’s Thrift Store, on Washington Avenue, in Houston, TX. Gene was also employed there, as the Work Therapy Supervisor, and was in charge of all work assignments, selling baled clothing, supervising all the work therapy shops…
The F.H.B.s * in my life #16… “Come with us to Georgetown”
It was a tempting invitation and had the kids been out of school and on their own we might have taken it up. Larry & Winnie Wattell were visiting the Houston area from Georgetown, Guyana. They were very warm, compassionate, simple people, very devoted to God, Jesus Christ and the people of Guyana. They were…
The F.H.B.’s in My Life #16…Alarm, Alarm, Alarm
I had received a call from Major Winters, the ARC Administrator telling me to stay in my office until he called me to tell me it was safe to come out. Jimmy, an ex-boxer who was described as being punch drunk * had come back to the center with a gun and was threatening to…
The F.H.B.s * in my life #15 “…recovery in shattered bottles”
Les was an eccentric, open, friendly and very likeable man. He did however, sometimes border on being a little foolish, but this gave him a certain charm that endeared him to others. He entered the Atlanta ARC program in the mid 90’s, and Gene assigned Les to the house keeping department as his work therapy…
