This morning when I walked out to turn on the lawn sprinkler, the smell reminded me of my grandparents’ back yard. My grandfather (Boppie we call him) used to spend hours back there, doing crazy, retired-guy things like handwashing the white rocks in the planters. The semi-humid, warm smell of morning on the lawn brought back memories of working with Boppie (to my chagrin, at the time) in that back yard. He worked hard, all the time, until he had a debilitating stroke. I learned from Boppie what hard work looks like, and I need to apply his work ethic. Slavich men work hard. Boppie taught me that by his example. I need to better live up to my name.
AboutWelcome! My name is Danny Slavich. I am God's child, Laura's husband, Adalyn's daddy, Pembroke Road's pastor, and an adjunct professor. I am glad you are here, whether you are a long-time reader, or Google shot you here randomly. While you are here, look around, read, and converse.