Had a great night with my next door neighbors tonight talking about beer, children, and Christmas parades. We live on a street in a small North Carolina town that some would consider the main drag. 117 more words
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“She was only a bootlegger’s daughter, but he loved her still…” an old song goes.
I notice the mannerisms and instinctive moves I have after my dad who died two years ago today. 409 more words