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I can’t believe someone stole our ice chest – out of the corner of our yard in broad daylight. It was there one minute and gone the next. I don’t know if it’s a random event or just another disappointing sign of the times.

So, why was the ice chest out there unattended in the first place? Glad you asked. Since the first day of school, we’d been putting the ice chest out under the tree next to our turquoise table. We stocked it with iced-down bottles of water and a sign taped to it that said, “Free Water.” We put it out there for the high school kids who walk down our street after school from about 2:50 to 3:10. It was still 100-plus degrees on those first days, and we thought it might be something nice to do.

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For Wilshire Baptist Church

Sometimes I put my foot in my mouth and all I’m left with is a lingering bad taste. But occasionally I get a good lesson for my troubles.

Our double-pane kitchen window has developed a haze between the sheets of glass. It’s not unusual but it can be complicated because the fix requires taking the window apart or even replacing it. We’ve had one company come to look at it and they said replacement glass may be a different tint and the dividers might get damaged in the process. Nevertheless, they said they’d get back in touch with us but they haven’t.

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For Wilshire Baptist Church

During the big events on Sunday that marked the end of George Mason’s pastorate at Wilshire, two other little events reminded me of the precious nature of memories of those who have helped shape our lives.

The first little event actually began a few days earlier when Wilshire friend Bill Jones wrote on Facebook about the passing of Len Dawson, the former hall-of-fame quarterback of his hometown Kansas City Chiefs. Bill told how Dawson was one of his three boyhood sports heroes, how he followed him closely throughout his career, and even had some in-person encounters with Dawson.

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