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The focus of my blog is to document my past to lead me into the future, share with family and you.

Hey!

 One afternoon, we were traveling back home.  Home is Aiken, South Carolina, where my wife and I grew up.  We are both from small towns outside of the city we still call home, 26 years later.  On this afternoon we had our young daughter in the back in her car seat.  One of us sees a sign "Hay for sale" and begins to break the silence with "HEY...HEY...HEY!" and a pause to end with "Hay for sale." Now that we have other life distractions and at times get lost in our own thoughts, we still have a daughter that will break the silence after visiting sick and aging family over this holiday long weekend by announcing Hay for sale. At times in your life you will not  be able to feel happy.  Times will seem overwhelming.  But when you have a moment, make a moment that might last a lifetime.  That first moment was about a dozen years ago.  She is  now 17 and it was a breath of fresh air to get away from my current thoughts of life, work and making decisions on wher
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The iron is hot!

Let me tell ya a story.  I was about to move. It was time to get the U-Haul, pack up and head to the new city. City? I was a small town boy. At twenty something, I had just learned to wash my own clothes.  Ironing was important too, back then.  We did not have the new materials that are guaranteed wrinkle-free. I went to do some errands on packing day, time spent with the fiancé.  The day was just weeks away.  We had much to do before I went to live two and half hours away. It was an eternity from each other. I got home to daddy.  He was livid.  He had taken time off, packed for hours and expected me.  The truck was loaded.  The sun was setting.  We had a short stunted conversation; it seemed to take hours to get through it. He asked where I'd been, what I had done, why was I not there to help.  I stumbled through giving reasons only to sound like excuses.  He'd cut me off; I'd try again.  I felt guilty; yes, guilty as charged. Then out of the blue, the tempo changed in a f
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