K.P. Gresham's Blog, page 17

There’s Something to be Said for Being a P.K. (Preacher’s Kid)

Actually, I prefer the term T.O. which stands for Theological Offspring. Much more refined, don’t you think?

The term “P.K.” has such a dismal reputation. It usually implies the child (either young or grown) is a brat with a terrible disposition who is able to or at least tries to get away with murder.

Well, except for the “get away with murder” part, I’m probably guilty of the first two stereotypes. Or at least I was. I’ll admit it. Growing up a preach...

My Baby and My Baseball

So hubby and I moved from Illinois to Houston, Texas in February 1985, which meant leaving the home games at Wrigley Field behind.  However, Houston had the Astros and the Astrodome, and we were guaranteed seeing a coupla games at least in the Eighth Wonder of the World.

The summer of 1985 was HOT – at least for those of us who originate in Illinois.  We thought we could make it through the summer with our un-airconditioned Chevy Monza.  We didn’t make it to Memorial Day.

So when we got the won...