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As y’all know, I was SOOOO lucky to have two awesome grandfathers that taught me more than any grandson had the right to learn. One of the main reasons I grabbed this domain (askapop.com). They both had some humdinger of sayings. Pappeye’s have shown up here before. Papa’s wouldn’t fit a devotional, but they were… Read more

Ok…. Raise your hand if you think that biscuits are just for breakfast. Keep ’em up. Lemme count…. Ok. Ok. Y’all can all put your hands down. That’s what I thought. Exactly half of the US just said only breakfast, the other half said “are you crazy,” and the rest of the world asked “why… Read more

I’ve “officially” suffered from migraines since my mid 20s. I say that ’cause before that I’d have “sick headaches” and whatnot but never saw anyone to get a word around it. Honestly, did it really matter? Turns out, yeah. Eventually. As I got older, they got worse, and more focused. By my mid 20s they’d… Read more

Who’d have thunk a couple of PBnJ’s that’d make someone with OCD twitch would make good bedfellows for a devotional. All’s I can say is welcome to Toni’s world and she’d appreciate all the prayers you can send her way. Strap in. As yours truly was makin’ my culinary masterpiece between calls yesterday (don’t judge,… Read more

When I was a young’en (yup, a gajillion years ago!) there were “oldies” on even then. Wow, that’d mean they were ancient. Doo-wop and beach music from the ’50s and ’60s. I loved it. One of my favorite groups (even to this day!) is Jan and Dean. One of their hits, “The Little Old Lady… Read more

I’ve heard that the multitude of all wisdom comes between the ages of 4 and 14. At 4 you know every question. At 14 you know every answer. And I think we get dumber each year after that. At least accordin’ to some folks. Time is a fickle fellow, ain’t it. Yesterday I was reminded… Read more

I’ll admit, I was lucky enough to grow up in the sweetest sweet spot of them all. Well, at least of the last century or three, in my opinion. When I was a wee little lad, the old-school stuff was still what I was raised in. By the time I was 12, the VIC-20 was… Read more

Somewhere along the way Tuesday got a bad rap. Well. Not really bad. Meh. Monday, that’s the bad rap. Everyone hates Mondays, except donut and coffee shops. Wednesday’s hump day. By Thursday the week’s almost over, and hey, Friday night is partay time. So I guess I get it. But we need Tuesdays. Just like… Read more

We usually end with a question, but we’re startin’ with one today. What’s a donut, a wedding ring, a toddler’s toy, a doo-wop group, and a pic from our trip to Rome all have in common? Stand by. As they used to say afore streamin’: news at 11. I dig all sorts of music, so… Read more

Gonna start off with a bit of a confession. When we started this shindig, we’d planned on one or two devotionals a week, and yours truly was sweatin’ it. On top of a 60–70 hour job, chasin’ after a toddler, preppin’ Sunday School, and everything else goin’ on, addin’ more Bible study and writin’ what… Read more

There’s a phrase we say here in the States. “Someone wears a lot of hats.” Different jobs. Different roles. Different responsibilities. Welp. I tend to wear a fair few fedoras. Say that three times fast. I prefer to say I’m a soul man. And have been since I was 13. Ha. Bet you’re thinkin’ I’m… Read more

Birthdays. Somethin’ we all have in common. Well, except Adam and Eve, and they’re long gone. I’ll spare you the rib joke. Honestly, ever since I got old enough to tell my mom I didn’t want anything, I never could figure out the fuss. The guest of honor didn’t do much that day other than… Read more

One of the classes we had to take back in the stone age — along with Brontosaurus hunting and cooking — was a rotation in how to adult. They ran it for several years to make sure it stuck. A couple of those years, a nine-week turn included wood shop. Basics. Taught to 7th and… Read more