When I learned from by brother Gary, upon his return from Sarajevo, that he and a team of others built a playground in a part of that city that had experienced much war violence I penned…
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You see something. You think about what you’re seeing. You happen to have a guitar in hand. You start noodling around on the strings and mumbling some words. Before long, you…
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Five decades ago, Dad moved a small white chapel from Suggsville, Alabama, near Mobile, to the northeast corner of the pasture at the farm. His maternal ancestors had been members of the congregation who first met in that chapel when it was built in 1806. Dad
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