You can take the boy out of the country, but . . .

I shake my head some days. I grew up in a rural farming community where small, simple church steeples outnumbered taverns and watering holes and you had to drive 30 minutes to get to the nearest grocery store. ¬†Each small village had a post office and maybe a gas station. When I was young, I... Continue Reading →

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