Dear Cameron Charles Yarbrough: Well, it’s that time of year again when your great grandfather dispenses a little advice to you that he wishes he had gotten when he was your age. This annual letter began when your father and his cousins were tykes. I never asked them if they read or saved or followed my advice. And I won’t ask you, either.
I can’t live your life for you. ...
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