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In the Boathouse

I love driving through the countryside of southeast Alabama.  It’s a land of gentle, rolling hills, and vast fields — this time of year either white with cotton, or being home to cattle grazing.  Rivers run through the land, and fish-filled lakes and ponds… Continue Reading “In the Boathouse”

Icy Winds And Rattling Doors

I arrived back in Alabama this week at the home of my mother.   It didn’t feel that cold the day I arrived, but the day after, cold, gusty winds appeared and temperatures plummeted.  I walked outside, and was happy to get back in… Continue Reading “Icy Winds And Rattling Doors”

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