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How time slips away

Not so long ago, I asked my mother to play “The Entertainer,” by Scott Joplin. She said, “I don’t know that song.” If you ever wondered how you would know childhood was definitively over, I can tell you that it … Continue reading

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Where I grew up, in rural Georgia, it was a 15-minute trip to get to town. Town-town, where you’d get your hair cut or buy a pair of shoes or real groceries or underpants, not Rentz, where you might run … Continue reading

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