tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465368768809741489.post2905682215766236231..comments2024-03-20T10:51:02.802-05:00Comments on Postcards From Mercyland: Bully PulpitPhil Madeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09541966641322415672noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465368768809741489.post-26501436656944491372011-04-25T02:23:23.813-05:002011-04-25T02:23:23.813-05:00Nice tribute to Dad, who never was a bully, but wa...Nice tribute to Dad, who never was a bully, but was strong in the face of opposition. Ann-EliseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465368768809741489.post-69076388083585419302011-04-25T00:08:15.596-05:002011-04-25T00:08:15.596-05:00I know this is a diversion from the point of the s...I know this is a diversion from the point of the story, but 2 words jumped out at me: "The Woods" That simple phrase brings back so many memories. Anytime it was time to go out and play, it was "lets go to The Woods". Ours was probably a half acre at best, an undeveloped parcel of land behind our house in East Nashville, but it seemed huge as a child. I can't even begin to relate all the countless adventures, races, wars, and conquest that took place there over my 18 years growing up.Doughttp://www.robertscreativesystems.comnoreply@blogger.com