Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispĂ©d and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Two golden nuggets from my pastor, Dr. Wendell Estep

"You know what's great about dogs? When the world is falling apart, they just lay down and go to sleep."

"What you draw people with is what you keep them with. If you give them a circus, a bigger one will always come to town."

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