About a year ago, Tink and I were visiting our friends, Don and Debbie Reid, in Staunton, Virginia.In their living with the over-stuffed chairs and sofa, the four of us had settled into a long, easy conversation. The kind you have with people who are your kind. Don’s phone beeped with a text. He checked it, took a moment to absorb it then softly said in that melodious voice, “It’s ...
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