Author Archives: Doc Arnett

Back in ’94 or ’95, when I was going to school at Ohio State and living in Buckeye Village, we had a winter storm come in. The snow came thick and heavy, huge wet flakes driven horizontally by strong winds. … Continue reading →

I don’t know if "virtual Bible study" would be the phrase or not. We didn’t use Skype or Conference Now or even webcams but we did have a long distance Bible study last night with Randa’s son, Jaylon. While the … Continue reading →

The gray trunk of the tree just outside the window crooks and sways its way toward the heavens. Its branches rise and dip, twist and droop. Its stand seems to show a constant battle of light and gravity, wind and … Continue reading →

It’s not news to anyone who hears any news that ours is the age of media hype. Stories flash to the forefront, explode across the globe, then wither and vanish. The huge catastrophe, the scintillating scandal, the glorious gossip: all … Continue reading →

I do have a Facebook page but I’m not very good “at Facebook.” I long ago grew weary of the insignificant posts. Knowing that someone is at the gym or looking for Waldo or whatever isn’t my idea of keeping … Continue reading →

Greg stepped over to my office during his lunch break yesterday. We spent some time sharing events from our past, particular things that we had done in the way of creative expression. There wasn’t a gushing torrent, just a quiet … Continue reading →

There is a legend that the Esquimeaux have a hundred words for snow. A report I read a few years ago said they only have a dozen or so. I don’t know any of them but I’d love to know … Continue reading →

The first thing we did at the new place here was build a shed for the horse. Before we had running water restored in the house. Before we repaired the toilets, before we had a shower. Two months before we … Continue reading →

“Bushel of wheat, bushel of rye; if you’re not ready, holler out ‘I.’” That was the final warning when we played Hide-n-Seek as I was growing up. It was the preliminary notice that the Seeker was about to come looking … Continue reading →

I grew up in southwestern Kentucky in the Fifties and Sixties. Although integration was not completed in Columbus, Ohio, until 1984, it was done eighteen years earlier where I lived. Toward the end of the school year in 1966, the … Continue reading →