Last night, while driving back from Alabama, I got a phone call.

“This is the Federal Credit Union member services. It appears a third party has accessed your account. Until further notice, your card has been disabled. If you feel this action is in error or wish to receive further details, press seven.”

The message repeated twice. I had spent money in SC, GA, and AL equally over three days and suspected this might be the problem.

I hung up and called my credit card company. They told me I was the third person in five minutes to call with the same situation. The voicemail was bogus and pressing seven would have connected me with thieves waiting to “confirm” my account by taking my information. The two people who had called in before had given their information, then started wondering about it. The credit union had to close their accounts and they had to come in and open a new one.

There should be a special kind of punishment for people who work so hard, so deliberately, and so maliciously to steal from strangers.

One of my favorite restaurants is the Brick Store Pub in Atlanta. Guess where I stopped on my way to AL.

The newspaper here in Myrtle Beach is terrible. Misspelled words, poorly written articles, and boring “news” choices frequently fill their pages and webpages. For example, I woke up this morning to find that it had been a busy night for both the police and the newspaper–which is obvious by what they call breaking news.

Yeah, that’s what I teach.

Except at this house about a half a mile from our house. If you can’t tell, Cohen thought it was “awesome!”

I’ve always heard that attorneys had no friends, but I guess it is official now.

I submitted a form on a site today and got the following message. Anybody know anything about when to capitalize words?

Our associate pastor, Tim. T., sent this to me and I thought it was worthy of posting.

So what would you do?

I Saw Her