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Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
“Are you feeling better?” my father asked me Monday morning. “What do you mean?” I asked. He looked at me, perplexed. “You’ve been sick,” he said. I laughed. “No, Dad, I’ve been in Nashville at that conference I go to every year.” “When I… Continue Reading “News Storms”
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 