Eve and I came from two different sets of values, and as we struggled with each other's obvious dumbness, we began to find a common language. Don't get all excited, we did not exactly become bosom buddies, but we would tolerate each other (barely).

Yes, all is well. At least for now. We still have a home and it is the same home we started with 16 years ago

Well, I think I use the word well too often. I finally must sit down and face reality. We must move. We need to find a site by October 24. The church has sent a letter: 30 days to move out and move on.

I sat here watching the City Council meeting and folks again talking about street lighting and burned out buildings.

Instead of me mouthing off, I want to present you with words from someone far more cognizant than I.

All right, I know it's early for Christmas but I thought that if we built up a real head of steam now we could have a special anti-Grinch Christmas in 2008.

I know I'll probably take some flak for this viewpoint, but I don't feel that a jail or prison is a good place for children.

We have the school dress codes, the Pledge of Allegiance and that "R-word" - you know, respect - and still there is violence, youth violence.

My two little boys on Mumford Street are gone.

Who among us has driven down Mumford Street lately? The poverty is unsettling. The look on the faces of its inhabitants is lost hopelessness mixed with fear and 20 other kinds of misery. This place will crush your soul.