Remember that story about me mowing the ditch next to the busy road, and the military recruiter stopped by to “bring me a drink?” Well, I can’t remember how many times I mowed that ditch. At least once a week during the summer. It’s so steep my feet were almost at a ninety-degree angle walkingContinue reading “The Sparks”
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