Most of the articles I have written so far have come to me easily. But while I have a list of things I want to write about, nothing was developing in this old brain. The last time I had a good writing idea I was riding my bike past Farmer’s Chapel northeast of town. Not really thinking much about it, I headed that way again. Dang if things didn’t’ start to come together. Something happens when I see that white steeple against the green fields. Providence perhaps?


Steve Richardson

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Jay Gjerstad

Steve, another great story.


Thanks Jay

Aimee Luhrs

I love your stories, Steve!


Thank you Aimee

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