REMEMBERING GEORGE Many years ago, when I was a barefooted, toe-headed little kid in South Georgia helping my family scratch out a living as sharecroppers on eighty acres of pretty good farmland, I remember hearing our old rooster, George, start …
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IF WE LET IT A grain of sand is just a grain of sand, a riddle is just a riddle but love runs through the sands of all time and the riddles of all time bringing peace and joy if …
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I FINALLY MET BILL A little family news This past weekend I met my only blood-related grandson for the first time in my life. The family had looked for him for years until his maternal grandmother finally found him. I …
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