We Thank Thee

By: Ralph Waldo Emerson For flowers that bloom about our feet, Father, we thank Thee. For tender grass so fresh, so sweet, Father, we thank Thee. For the song of bird and hum of bee, For all things fair we hear or see, Father in heaven, we thank Thee. For blue of...

There Are No Free Rides

Editor’s Note: John is off today.  The following post initially appeared in December, 2014.   We are not entitled to have a job.  There is no legal or constitutional guarantee of employment. We are paid to do a job.  Typically we work as part of a team — either...